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Title: Silence in Suits
Whispers in the hall,
Power built on lies so tall.
Silk-tongued men with poison pens,
Shaking hands with selfish ends.
Laws rewritten overnight,
Truth buried, out of sight.
Justice wears a broken crown,
While the people tumble down.
Sirens scream but no one hears,
Cameras flash, deflecting fears.
Smile wide, promise thin,
They play the game they always win.
Votes are pawns,
Hope withdrawn.
Raise your voice? They raise the walls.
Freedom flickers, then it falls.
Silence in suits,
Polished boots,
March across the working poor,
Locking every open door.
But rain still comes.
Truth still drums.
In every mother’s cry, a flame—
No system leaves us all the same.
So shout beneath the heavy cloud—
Even silence can grow loud.


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