American Sonnet

The voice and the machine

She spoke in a broken voice finely

He held the microphone next to her for fifteen minutes

A small sacrifice compared to the million big and little

obstacles she was forced to face every day

Many voices of people disabled by the rest of us

Were heard over the course of the hearing

Organised in wonderful solidarity

True altruism, a recognition of shared goals

When the government people spoke

They spoke of thier own organisational needs

In many voices, clanging together awkwardly

Trying to squeeze their little agendas into something resembling a strategy

The irony of a well-organised diversity, asking for recognition

From a patchwork-machine