I do not listen,to what I hear
Mouths sculpting,sounds so queer
Why do they need me? To join in the their chants and their cheers?
To them,my ears go deaf
To them,my lips go numb
To them,my body limp
To them,my voice grows dumb
Oh no I will not meet you halfway:
I prefer you stand where you stay
When you meet me with another face
and with a different name
I will greet you on this day.
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