Unbridled screams echo through the night,

As a million voices cry out in fright.

Despite how loudly they scream,

No one can hear them over their dream.

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They have learned how to make the voices fall silent.

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Oh such terrible shrieks of pain and fear.

As whips flick, and branders sear.

We have learned how to drown them out,

By desiring what we are without.

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Am I the only one who can hear them?

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Children molested nightly,

By people who hide their faces, unsightly.

Am I the only one to hear them cry?

Even after their tears have long run dry?

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Having soaked all this in for way too long,

I release my scream; my piercing song.

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In hopes that I might be able,

To make the others hear.