tyrant
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Say nothing,
Do not protest, let the bigotry cause no unrest.
People laugh off the the pain, like the insults some sort of jest.
Say nothing,
A Pharaoh sits upon His sunny throne,
Surfeited,
Craven,
Oblivious.
The Clouds move in,
The Sun,
Veiled, hides beneath a layer
Of darkness.
Another day wasted.
Silent, bright-eyed, constantly watchingThe holes in darkness for a time stay lastingBut when time dies down all matter changesThe gaps are sewn, it rearranges
