Frustrated anger ruining my carved face,
want for a new beginning surrendered.
Suffering in my disillusioned place,
my final stand against you rendered.

Power free in ranks of forged steel,
a mold rarely broken by majority vote.
Complain of uneven spokes in the wheel,
when we created the bumps in the road.

Flags pinned on deceptive black suits,
voids in truths from honored voices.
Virtuous souls centuries mute,
cornered and enslaved by our own choices.

Limit my speech to but an hour past,
others next with the same mindless chatter.
Speed steadily through concerns amassed,
the likes of which show to you no matter.

Destroy my hope for a future in just,
murder my will and force me still.
Insignificant one silenced with mistrust,
my--our freedom you have killed.