The execution you have long kept under your rug
Pull it out now, it's the moment to trip
those who have stepped on you
Like assassins in garbs of goodwill
They slashed your mouth in the name of
freedom they alone tamed
Spoiling your identity like a carcass of the history
Will yourself to become the bridge of the
trampled past and endangered future
Your voice is made sharp for a reason
Years of tearing the righteous rhythm
Silenced the anthem of truth

Now, say what you mean
Say what you are
A wall stands between you and
the disbelieving crowd
But clamor until a visible crack appears
Raise your voice, more will come
Eventually breaching the divide
Of the fools and the enlightened