Chairs

And the chairs were silently moving through the room
Low voices chattered
And the eyes were reading the words
Page upon page of books older than them
Even the wood of the tables could tell a thousand more stories
More stories than them all gathered together
No need for words they said
With every silence
With every unspoken word
It was all understood
And we thought we were strong
That we could endure it all
And make it through
Then we could change the world
So wrong we were
So wrong we are
And the chairs still silently moving across the room