Attest
“I’m sad,” one says, But no one can help,
As all the people attest.
My place mislays its space, It’s temporary tight,
As all the walls grow closer.
“What is it?” Two say, to understand their plight,
As every breath gets heavier.
“Wake, Wake, Wake, Friends,”
As every thought, unhealthier.
Together, we will triumph, The voice of three is thundering,
And all the people onlook
The spectacle of resistance, To song and dance the suffering,
And all people attest.
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