A whisper, a shout, a silent scream,
words flung like stones, or cradled like fragile doves,
a torrent unleashed, or a trickle suppressed.
The air vibrates, a battlefield of ideas,
where truth and falsehood clash, where passion ignites,
where the uncomfortable dares to speak.
A right enshrined, a fragile shield,
against the tyranny of silence, the iron fist of control,
a promise whispered...
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