Voices gain volume
numbers explode,
paradigm shift dawns.
Breeze gathers force
waters churn,
tsunami rolls in.
Murder abhorrent
eclipses pandemic,
births needed polemic.
Privilege unmasked
blinders torn asunder,
we will change.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today Frank asks us to write a 3 line poem….or a poem with 3-line stanzas. Photo from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
I like the paradigm shifting. Hopefully something good will come out of this.
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Words and photo are a good match. Each stanza is like a crashing wave.
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I have been missing the sea. this helps me go there in my mind thankyou.
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I hope you’re right Lillian. (K)
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We’ll see… Very nicely done, Lillian, so much clarity here, even with the chaotic subject matter.
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I do hope you are right.
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The perfect title for this poem, Lill, which shifts from stanza to stanza, as someone else said, like waves. The whole world is shifting at the moment. The final stanza is powerful.
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I so very much hope you’re right.
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I am getting a few themes as I had a moment to read what other have written, likewise here and thank you for this, going in the theme of hope & “Change, we have had enough, we are hopeful, we are strong and we will overcome”! The other theme I thus far found was of sun and heat, oh how I do love summer!
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Very well evoked
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kaykuala
Privilege unmasked
blinders torn asunder,
we will change.
Very powerful close Lillian! Positively yes, we will change! Privileges enjoyed and accruing must be the same!
Hank
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Compact and powerful, Lilian, says a lot in a few words…good stuff…JIM
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We must change.
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