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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1902876
silenced protesters
Protesters

Don’t be offended.
I speak only truth to you.
I tell a story of what I see.
I know not what I can do.

Now beaten down and silenced.
The truth ripped from my throat.
My arms and hands tied behind my back.
Mine enemies stand and gloat.

Not given a choice of what to do.
No pleas to sink or float.
Set to sail on an endless sea.
This is a heartless, rudderless, boat.

Come, I rest my voice.
Not a sound said I.
I don’t sing a note of right..
The air I breathe, a sigh.

Come, we rest our voices.
No one heard our pleas.
The notes did ring an empty chime.
The empty chorus is we.

Maybe blind, I cannot see.
I heard no one speak for me.
The words are foreign and do not rhyme.
Now mute and deaf are we.
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