Ramit Gulati


This once silent darkness, suddenly unmutes
And whispers something to me tonight
The pain, the suffering that its voice holds
Leaves me in shudders, leaves me in fright

Of what it tells me, my friend, oh where shall I even begin?
At the deafening cries of that molested child who paid for an uncommitted sin?
Or Shall I speak of those raped women left with little hope?
Or tell you about those another thousand that we lost today to the needle of dope?

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