Once We Were Few
By Billie Daddario
Once we were few
Standing around crackling fires ,
Hunting and gathering
Just a few inches beneath
Now we are teeming
With poets and soldiers
With politicians and philosophers.
Our hearts beating
By scientists and teachers.
Over heard by strangers and loved ones alike
There is no silence, only heart beats.
And quiet murmurs that become louder every day.
The children of our children have no place to play
No place to run and laugh.
The lovers in cars have no place
For a tender embrace ,
no place for a private moment.
But once we were few.