I woke up bloody
Bleeding
Guilty
Of saying my mind
And the crowd
Screaming for more
Give them
What they want
Let them take
Your head
If it so pleases them
If you are worth
Tearing limb
From limb
Let them have it
Your mouth will speak
It is not easy
To be brave
When you write
And your audience
Of ink
Ask for more.....
and some lunatic
wants you dead
for speaking your mind.
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