the silenced

we bare our souls
yet our words are muted.
censored. it is always
tragic,
when we cannot say
what should be said.
our vision becomes
distorted.
and our story written
(and hidden)
by the victors and
the enemies.
 
–written for another (three) prompts on twitter 

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