To Still My Voice...
you want to still my voice...
so you put me in prison.
yet birds will circle where i'm held,
singing the songs of freedom!
you want to silence me forever,
so you kill this body.
yet the flowers on my grave,
and the very dirt,
will sing of justice and equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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