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Jun 2020
Every forgotten
Tune
Was once
A mighty song.

Tragic how the human melody
Can so easily
Turn into
An orchestra of pain.

It is what happens
When
Truth to power
Power to truth skews.

Respect for all people
Is the only way path
To equality.

Maybe,
With hope,
With vigilant drive and
Unrelenting empathy,

Every
Lost Song

In America

Can be rediscovered and born anew.

So why
In this ongoing search
For this song is there

Treason?
Gas?
Blood on blood?

Why the broken eyes?
The cracked ribs?
The lost lives?

The spirits of the people
You fight so hard
To dispossess and scare
Still hear the song.

They will not stop fighting
To hear it.

There is no amount of force
Or violence
On Earth to mute
Such a cacophony of care.

What are they so afraid of hearing?

The song of the fighting free

Or

Their lack of one?
Written by
Mitchell
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