Ode to Anon.

You were the faceless voice
Standing just behind the curtain
Yours were the views and yours were the cues
That let us know for certain

The quotes that shaped our world perspective
Make one become somewhat reflective

Invisible, your voice rings loud
Across the annals of history
But how else would we have heard the voice
Of the learnéd wise, this mystery?

For in her wisdom she, Anon
Strove not for that she could not win
But chose instead to subtly make her statements heard

Through unsigned notes and letters stirred
The hearts and minds of generations
With her insightful observations
With nom-de-plume eponymous
She signed her name “Anonymous”

P J Deakin 2016 ©

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