protest song Bethany Marsfelder (the world has stolen my words.) my pen is paralyzed above a blank page, for who am i to capture the roar of dissent, the waves of change, the scent of revolution on the wind? who am i to express the shuffling multitudes with downcast eyes and hearts that tire of beating? it can only be seen in stillborn motion can only be heard in screaming silence. (the world has stolen my words.)
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