voice

can a voice, even when the words are hard
copy, say what went before, adding more
or adding less, ever bless
the race that has to face
the future
within this torture
that is now
tell me how
do we have a choice
evidently not
for in this backyard
we rot
we look to the sky
inevitably die
perhaps between
the ‘some’ are seen
but most appear
with fear then disappear from here
(though causally sincere)
without a choice
without a voice

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