The Voice came tentatively to the stage

considered, loved.

It was needed but fragile.

The lights were bright.

A murmur from the audience

And at centerstage was the Voice.

Time ticked by slowly.

Tick, Tick

The murmur somewhat louder now

Tick Tick

anger palpable.

Many groups once divided, now together with burning Indignation

glaring at that stage.

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