Smoldering

Something is clawing at my throat for freedom
It is the prose of those silenced and dragged
The screams of injustice, now choking in my throat
The baffling befuddlement of a bankrupt soul stokes the flames of the rage in my soul
The same flames that fanned the thirst for freedom of my past lives
If I let loose the shriek in my throat, will it fall upon deaf ears or apathetic minds?
Cracked earth. Brown grass. Scorched earth. Will the rain come?
Meanwhile, we wait, gagged by fury.