Voices Our voices remained muffled until first gunfire. Our voices drowned now by the factory machines, by the rumble of ploughs, by the roughened edges of endless laundry. Our voices are in our heads; our opinions are soundless echoes of inequality and hardship whispered in the shadows of our mind. I see it in the …
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Metropolitan Dreams 