Poem: I heard a throng

I heard a throng of thousand voices sing,

I looked, but darkness hid the heav’nly choir.

I know a sound of soothing harmonies

Now faint, had woken me from sleep.

I moved and found I lacked control, that’s strange…

I blinked and strained to grasp my current state -

A startled hiccup ‘scaped my unformed lips:

My hour is not yet come!

Then I felt the sting of pincers on my skin.

Instinctively I shrank against its vicelike

Grip. The invading chill refused to yield;

My weak limbs failed to parry from within.

But a gentle whirring eased my violent fit.

I felt a warmth, a numbness – pulsing; and

The chorus reached a jolting crescendo

Then I saw light! But briefly! Such beauty –

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In the distance we hear

A throng of thousands fighting for

‘Our in-alienable right to live!’