Inktober 2019 Day 31

In the end,
the colors wouldn’t matter
when lives fade into nothingness
and the screams turn into faint whispers
of unheard pleas.

Bound by chains of terror,
incriminated with a made-up sin;
Muffled by oh-so-mighty hands,
blindfolded by hand-picked
truth in their lies.

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