By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
One voice rose above the den of the crowd. A small but determined voice, intent on being heard.
It took a while but ever so slowly as her voice carried, one person after another stood falling silent to listen.
“What say you girl?” Rumbled a voice carried across the land, over a blaring, slightly warped sound system.
“Mannequins Sir. I asked why our leaders are little more than mannequins striking poses in front of the television cameras and reporters?”
The official became very, very still.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
I am so sorry Sunra, your writing is superb! Thank you again for letting me know and for your lovely post. 🙂
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Ami, congratulations on getting your poem published in Visual Verse 🙂 I saw it this morning. You’re on page 82: https://visualverse.org/submissions/mother-earth-offenbacherferris/ Well done!
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Oh my goodness! I did not know. Thank you so much Sunra! 😊🙏😊
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You’re most welcome. You did well, mine didn’t get in! 😀 Well done.
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Politicians. They also always lead from the BACK!
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Such a strong message Ami.
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Thank you Sadje!
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