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Voice


I speak but I am not heard.

 

I write but I am not read.

 

I wave but I am not seen.

 

I walk but I have not moved.

 

I try but it does no good.

 

I act and I am ignored.

 

I do and I do not.

 

 

Where is the voice I was promised,

 

Where is the freedom I was guaranteed,

 

Where is the change I strive for,

 

Where is the security that I look to secure,

 

Where is the peace of mind,

 

Where is the intellect and thought,

 

Where is the unity?

 

 

US the great nation of the Free,

 

UK the intelligent old Father,

 

China the communist Reds,

 

North Korea the totalization Savages,

 

Africa the poor Slaves,

 

Latin America the third-world Illiterates,

 

Countries the stitching of Pieces.

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