one girl on stage
being all the rage
holding back the tidal wave
of noise that comes her way
with one word, some notes
a few lines that she wrote
and finally they listen
finally she's heard
at last the whole process
deoesn't seem so absurd
she sings her fears and her reasoning
what she wishes they would do
and maybe when they leave this place
they'll remember one or two
things that held them still
things that kept them quiet
when that silly little girl
contained their inner riots
sitting on a stool
with a battered old guitar
speakers passed her words to ears
and mouths could take them far.
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