Paper voices

The paper voices
of the people
spoke in poisoned ink

Chose the key
to the door
of the dirty room
already seen

Sold the light bulb
to the collection
of the few
who can afford it

Instead of give it
to the people
who know how
to turn it on

Many paper voices
lost in corner shadows
growing longer

How long till we see
the paper voices
of my people
burnt in private pyres?