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We went to a ball, but they said we could not dance.

We joined a choir, but they said we could not sing.

We ordered a beer, but they said we could not drink.

We shared an embrace, but they said we could not love.

We went to the bathroom, but they said we could not wash.

We sat in a restaurant, but they said we could not eat.

We took out our pens, but they said we could not write.

We put up our hands, but they said we could not speak.

We went on a march, but they said we could not pass.

We sat on a bench, but they said we could not stay.

We told a joke, but they said we could not laugh.

We grieved for our friends, but they said we could not cry.

At every turn they took our name, address and age,

And then they put a bracelet on our wrist;

But when we went to vote, they said we don’t exist.

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 21st Jan 2024 21:58

Thanks to Moonlight, Keith and Graham for commenting on this poem. There are some societies around the world where people live in fear of expressing themselves and of becoming 'non-persons' when governments become suspicious of them. We should all be wary of such creeping authoritarianism.
I love the idea that this could be about invisibility in old age, Graham! It just shows how valuable this sort of peer review is.
And my thanks to Stephen A, Holden, Steve, Manish and Tim for their support.

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Graham Sherwood

Sat 20th Jan 2024 12:31

This could even be about getting old! I often think us 70+'s are invisible. In fact Harry Potter often borrows my cloak!

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keith jeffries

Sat 20th Jan 2024 11:31

Stephen,
This is one of your best poems as it speaks of present day society and the fear we live in. Boenhoffer wrote a similar poem under the tyranny of Nazi rule. Maybe this poem has some prophetic value.
Thank you for this,
Keith

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Sunshine

Sat 20th Jan 2024 10:35

Minorities always suffer.

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