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Voiceles
November 5, 2014
I scream,
My voice echoing through the room,
as the policemen shoot randomly into the crowd.
The man beside me falls, a red, wet stain
covering his lifeless chest.
I push with the rainbow
of races, surging
toward the exit.
Why are we fighting,
weaponless,
voiceless,
and
powerless,
for a cause
so far from
being real?
© Vanessa H., Tempe, AZ
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