Battle Cry
Their shouts are heard around the
world
The protesting has become a global
view
The oppression of them, has caused
their rage
So to the streets they go, women and
children are hiding
Their original whispers sounded like
mice on cotton
No response to their pleas for even
basic needs
So their voices became measurable by
decibels
For good measure, parts of their city
had bonfires
What was at first local, became
international
We’re not in this village, so this
isn’t our in-person view
But our neighbors are familiar with
the people
So our understanding has at least a
degree or more
Rare has it been, to have these
actions where WE are
The ones at the top, would never be
THIS cold to us
Though we’ve simmered many times over
the years
Everyone knows how catastrophic going
overboard can get
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