Can you hear the roar of the crowd?
The thousands of people,
Kids, teens, adults and seniors.
All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government.
We will not be silenced.
No matter how many books you burn.
No matter how many people you send across the sea.
No matter how much violence you threaten.
It just makes us louder.
Posted in response to the challenge Democracy & Ethics – Writing.
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
Cursed.
Am I cursed?
Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.
Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.
I’ve called it paranoia.
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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