We Will Not Be Silenced



We found a gap in the wire.

Someone had made it, 

that gaping hole in the wire,

hoping to climb through, 

hoping to head towards the light, 

to leave the darkness behind,

to escape the madness here,

hoping,

hoping.

But the light became too bright.

And now it’s blinding us.

We can see less than in the darkness.

Our mouths open, aghast

with the horror of it all,

gaping,

gaping

but determined to speak

determined our voices are heard

as we crawl through the gap

the gap that leads nowhere.




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