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RE: Steemit School Poetry 100 Day Challenge #40--This was Home
Then there were whispers
Whispers of a revolution
Whispers morphed into shouts,
Then turned inside out and crushed the freedom seekers.
Blue eyed and white, with hair of silk
He looked down and said You are not of my ilk
Bombing bro. This is freedom of speech
Arigato gozaimasu.