Voice

I will fluctuate the sounds, the words
Echoing from my throat
Into a war cry, a battle hymn
As I stand my ground
My sentences will rise up, up
Into a march
I will create a force
And my mouth will propel
It forward
Pushing back, back
The gnashing jaws and flailing hands
For my words provide guidance, my sword
And a lullaby for peace
As social unrest gathers around me
I will fluctuate the sounds, the words
Echoing from my throat
For all things just and right

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