I have no agenda
I don't induce
persuade, provoke
or incite. Billions
of words are written
every day and more
are spread and spoken-
I've nothing much to say
I merely search my heart. Faraway
from the debating forum
I look, listen and stay. Enough it is
for the world welters in the inundated sea of verbiage. Of hearing I'm  weary and my heart is heavy--the onslaught is killing me.

Ours is the age that has lost its innocence. It has eyes but cannot see. Its heart it has discarded and it cannot feel. Its voice is chocked in vengeance and anger on which it feeds. It knows not it has died a moral and ignominious death and is still insisting to be heard in the public square.

Agenda.
The word I fear
and to it I'd never draw near.