The content of this poem
Is fully recyclable.
These words will be
Rearranged and reused
In a different way than here.
But if these words are recycled,
Who will listen for the cries
That are trapped here?
Who’ll see the tears you didn’t know
Were contained here till
I told you they were?
What if these recycled words
Told you that there are children
Who cannot even cry anymore?
What if these recycled words told you
That their trade is as impure as their water?
Or if it is so diseased they cannot even
Produce tears but still bring you your tea?
This recyclable package of words
Can’t even contain
Their loudest screams for help
For there is unfairness in their trade.
But will you try to make it fair
With the help of nothing,
But recycled words?