Two Mouths, One Ear

So many seemingly with two mouths to speak,
Running on legs, opinions unique.
Waving two hands, bold gestures to show,
Yet one ear remains, where silence should grow.

They shout, they scream, with nothing to say,
Drowning the whispers that drift their way.
Words like a river, but wisdom so thin,
A conversation where none listen in.

On they march, two mouths in the lead,
With one ear left barren, ignoring the need.
For in quiet they’d find the stories untold,
Yet they’re too busy shouting to let truth unfold.

Endless chatter, thoughts unleashed,
No room for pause, no space for peace.
They talk of wisdom, share their view,
Yet never stop to hear what’s true.

A world that listens less and less,
With voices rising in a loud contest.
But in the quiet, truth may steer
If only they’d use that single ear.