"Voices"

Jeering voices which go unheard
Japed for our actions without favor
Our lungs aching with disbelief
The collective refusing to waiver
Incredulous in our convictions
Unable to change for anyone's sake
Words planted in our ears and minds
Did not cause us to quake
Many are the proud
Few are the humble
We beat our fists upon the walls
Closed doors and utter silence
No man is an island
Unto which he falls
No mercy shall be given
For this was something we never gave
Putrid odor emits from our place now
In the ensuing quave
Now we are looked upon with disdain
When the movement begins
No sun shall bring warmth to our bones
Wandering in the way as Beduins
We are found wanton
In the groaning of our inner pain
Realizing all has been said
Our voices and pleas now in vain

~Moses~
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"Innocent Slumber"

As the rabbit slumbers
Under the moon
Visitation occurs from the reeds
Most nights he is absent
Except at times when he feeds
His nourishment consists
Of his victims dreams
He thrives on the energy
Odd as it seems
No animal is safe from his grasp
For under the moon he creeps
Latching onto all the dreams
While his victim sleeps
Relentless in his pursuit
He makes his way through the night
Other than that he's quite harmless
In his ever evolving plight
The dream thief cringes
In disbelief
When he finds someone
Who has no dreams
Disatisfied is his appetite
He retires to the shadows
Of the moonbeams
Until he once again rises
Lurking in the night
Seeking out more dreams to steal
To suit his appetite

~Moses~
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