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When it’s cold and the siren sounds The waves refract a cry for help What will it sound like if it comes From the ignorant mouth of a needful child? If all it knows is oppression Will it know to stay silent? Or will it learn it’s lesson At the feet of a tyrant? If the words are what scares him The inability to share the language Shouldn’t he welcome it? Embrace it and in it lavish? A mi padre siempre le pareció natural Lo de compartir la lengua, hablar I si no fos per ells, jo també parlaria La lengua que no me sale sin más? I can’t deny the words hold power But what’s ominous, what towers Is not knowing what, not knowing whom Not understanding, having to assume.
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
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When it’s cold and the siren sounds The waves refract a cry for help What will it sound like if it comes From the ignorant mouth of a needful child? If all it knows is oppression Will it know to stay silent? Or will it learn it’s lesson At the feet of a tyrant? If the words are what scares him The inability to share the language Shouldn’t he welcome it? Embrace it and in it lavish? A mi padre siempre le pareció natural Lo de compartir la lengua, hablar I si no fos per ells, jo també parlaria La lengua que no me sale sin más? I can’t deny the words hold power But what’s ominous, what towers Is not knowing what, not knowing whom Not understanding, having to assume.
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
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