Can you hear my cry,
the caveat of caution’s clamor before bleak skies.
Acoustic baritone babble now chiming in my ears,
admonished angelic voices are now ruling my fears.

Will you not feel my tears,
bitter brevity of bird-songs, broken beating of wings.
Descriptive crash evasive clash bogus token I deem,
silent deaf add personal theft a crow’s heart is mean.

You refuse to see my pain,
fiction’s fabricated fable now denouncing the disabled.
Muttering nonsense is mute, platitude soot for the chute,
it’s tit for tat and the lies come back, it’s all shit in a sack.

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