I am trapped within a maze
From the echoes of those who came before,
The whispers of those who watch,
The screams of those who suffer.
My voice drowned out in the abyss
By the static of the radio,
The sweet nothings of the television screen,
The roars of expectation,
Of inhumane humanity.
There once was a time
When our voices joined in harmony,
Yet they now clutter the air
Our greatest sin
Is wanting to be heard