Every word under scrutiny;
vicious denials monitored.
There's no blood in this mutiny.
Only voices going unheard.
Attention is shifted to the restless.
The power of numbers stands endless.
Gone from existence,
thrown out of power,
words that have kept us
prisoners to cowards.
Dreams become our only posessions.
When they strike with the crudest of weapons.
Dreams are our only possessions
when they take our homes without pension.
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