Slammeurs Fédérateurs

Slam by Dli

I wonder

At the heart of the echo, rumors and crumpled truths,

In the vibrant center of the Great Lakes region,

A virus spreads, without fever or thrill.

It all begins with a word, an opinion, a twisted reading,

Then the echo swells, carried by the breath of the networks,

By the murmurs that drag from mouth to mouth,

By public figures starved for light.