Seven speakers in such

A small room

No matter how you

Concentrate all you hear

Is the boom of a base line

Drowning out the world

No longer again to think

Or discern those screaming

For a reality no longer to

Live in a life we do not see

For we choose not those

Places to which we are born

But that does not stop us

To sit judge and scorn

For those who are spirited

Away without ever having

The chance to say

I just want to be free….!