The Voice

The Voice of the People

The morning is excellent and calm
I try to write about the feeling I have inside me,
but can only come up with a feeling 
of boredom, that comes when looking out of the window
too often and see nothing has changed.
I don`t want to live here anymore, but is fearful 
of the unknown – being outside my comfort zone- 
even if it is tedious, I find the world scary,
a cacophony of a common scream 
That comes with unbridled democracy, everyone 
                       Has the right to be heard when they should be quiet
                       or speak sotto voice
when they can only produce banalities 
 Thinking has to be approved by the masses and
those who call themselves liberal

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