Silent Protest Poem by Daniel Miltz

Silent Protest



We spoke with fire on our tongue
We yelled and staggered on
We stumbled and many fell
Detained in the perplexity
No respite as danger pursued
The ordeal ensued when
Standing still
Cold as ice
Eyes warm
A Man of Peace
Spoke thru silence

© daniel miltz

Silent Protest
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Daniel Miltz

Daniel Miltz

Detroit, Michigan
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