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And when the people rise—unarmed,
With banners, voices, truth in hand—
They meet the boots, the batons, threats,
As if to speak was to offend.

But how do you kill a million minds?
A people’s will that will not fold?
Strike one down—ten more rise,
Spines carved from truths too old to hold.

Threats are rain upon scorched earth.
They water rage, not fear or retreat.
A leader who deafens his ears to pain
Will one day kneel in that same street.