for G.F.
Where is the air, I cannot breathe?
The weight of this world is too heavy.
It’s a suffocating frenzy
Of people in need.
Like the King, my name will be upon the lips of many –
a flaming arrow that will blister the ears of those unwilling to hear.
No matter how far or near
They are our enemy.
When I cannot breathe, I cannot speak
But my lack of breath speaks for me.
It sets my name as a fiery flame
Upon the lips of the streets.
As my final tear streaks down my cheek
Upward, I slowly abscond
That upon my final breath
Silence shall be my song.
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