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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How the wind is howling grit into the eye and the storm vents its commiserating to burden the worrisome sky back forced into the bleach bit to hang by grasping throat and scurry to those rat holes where safety feels safe enough Suffocate from the ever shadow of the fear perpetual incarceration in every freedoms voice you long to hear Choke on the truth that’s never really there Stand by the principles written there in chalk the blackboards of education which never taught enough lay there in silence through the darkness of the night and wonder why you feel so empty of not enough Hold your breath drowning is just the same it’s freedoms voice inside you that doesn’t have a name The desert is a wastelands voice of a billion grains of sand What can you choose between just one single choice between love or hate it seems the same just the dirty boots shoveled in the dirt bury conscience into a television screen and ask yourself where the vendetta walks with yourself or someone else somewhere else where safety is feeling safe enough Shame is closed to the music of the truth never paid attention or listened close enough a photograph of freedom will please slavery well enough Hold your breath drowning is just the same it’s freedoms voice inside you that doesn’t have a name The desert is a wastelands voice of a billion grains of sand
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