You must be loud, unless polite
and emotional, but alright.
Balance freedom on a string and
silenced by the guillotine.

You must be smart, unless strong,
and brilliant, but wrong.
We must not riot, not speak, not talk,
not hurt when hurt is all we've got.

We must make peace when peace is nigh
For their wars have taken lesser lives
Than us, for we have spread a poison
Our minds a landfill of destruction

Our words were silenced by talking sheep,
For we are in a place of sleep


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