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Soo because i totally f***ed up saying my poem. here it is :P

VOICES
Crawling out from Young vocal cords
With stretched hands that beg to grip onto something more
Than cracked down media pressed convictions
Try to hit the loudest pitch in hopes of slashing through stone
Stones shaped like the cocks in between the legs of rapists let lose by authority
Shaped hollow like the stomachs of the common people
Shaped like the invisible thread sewed onto each citizens lips by force to keep their mouths shut
Shaped like force-fed crescent moons, racism branded foreheads, and clown faced democracy
VOICES
Suppressed by f16s and mig21s
Their outcry is for a change in government a change in laws, economics, and human rights
what is going on?
Egypt is among nations like
Sudan
Ecuador
Venezuela
Tunisia
The United States
Pakistan
Colombia
Nicaragua
And many more
But when will it be understood that a government no matter how self proclaimed liberal
will trade you, temporary security if you let them encroach your freedom
have you all tied up in chains you can’t even see anymore
So the left and right fight
And big performances on stage are made
But because they last so long they ask the audience to join in on the theatrics
So you play part in society
Become a well integrated limb of the system
You forget about the bankers
And the bills being put into international trade
Color gone hard gone blind
Stupidly inclined to producing massive wastes
Intoxicated tastes
Get sick from your food and give in to meds
You become numb to violence because the media works like the melanin in your skin
The more you have of it, the less sunburned you are
So you don’t peel at the sight of massacres and genocides
Diseases and famine
You’re entertained and sensitive to propaganda
Shopping sprees and chainless work slit the throat of your energy
So you go to bed
Sleep tight; don’t let the bed bugs bite my child
I don’t just want to dream of getting lost in a forest searching for food
And finding magic beneath the moss on trees
Living in one of many self sustained communities
With the sound of drums
And paint dripping in the back
A smile a laugh
A dance or two between
The moon and you
I want to sculpt it into life
See it bloom like sex turned into creation
Remember how our naked backs resembled mountains?
Yeah something like that.
Passion overruling ambition
Awake even in my sleep
Now dreaming of the rhythm of silence.