From the hearts of the weak,
It resounds,
From the being of the abandoned and less-privileged,
It shouts, calling for love,
From within the soul of the brutalized,
It arises, pleading for justice,
Deep within the existence of the enslaved,
It resonates, begging for freedom,
And from the bowels of the impoverished,
It swells, seeking a better place,
A voice that lives forever,
A voice that can never be stifled...
I call it the Voice of a Poet!
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