Listen

to the creaking

of the clones

society made and fed

filled with copyright words

not from their minds

but from paper

placed in ones hands

a repetition

Mere messages conveyed

no delivery

no drive, emotion

No sense in speaking our minds

when we have none

Hold your tongues

say what you must

barely anything

so as to not “scare” the children

or you will be shunned

put into OUR rare kind

red X’s on our lips

We must fight!

For a voice

A right to speak

to be here spewing words from our lips

our voice carried over miles of land

Listen

You will hear us!

Our words

Spoken with EMOTION

You won’t duct tape our mouths

conceal our thoughts

make us “society accepted”

No!

We won’t go away

One of us will always live

In your barracks

Hidden away...Waiting

For that one moment

We will rise.

To try the logic

defy the standards

the faulty set

Listen

Do you hear our voices?