We are the voice
They most want stilled.
The ear they most
Want silenced.
We, the hearts, they
Most fear, bound.
We, the souls, they
Cant stop, fettered.
We, the bodies, that
Bring their fall.
We, the question, that
Turns the page.
We, the words, of
Conscious change.
We, the breath, of
Human endeavor.
We, the voice,
They cannot still.
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