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This is something I wrote before my writer's block. Critique is much appreciated. |
| The dredges of humanity Sat atop the cliffs of sanity Finally peering on the docks of clarity Seeing nothing but feeling much Hearing lost, but they gained ground They were fighting for something A purpose, a dream To the surprise of the those who never dream Sometimes in waking hours suppress their rage In an effort to escape their caged existence They found themselves blocked by walls Conditions, terms and obstacles Political tripe sauced with lies The hidden voices of a generation Sustained in a single note A note that softly creeps through the air The king wondered, the queen dreamed, The emperor weeps, and the dictator is startled The wall is broken, who can quench the flow? The trembles of the earth do not match The volcanoes erupt, but fail to meet the standard It's often wondered if voices matter And it is often surmised that walls can fall and die Monarchies can thrive and then struggle to survive Wars can end and begin, and bridges can burn All because of the tremor of a thousand voices |