“They Come for the Voices

He spoke of light in darkened halls,
Of puppet strings and empire falls.
They said he raped back in the day—
Thirty years, then boom, “He's prey.”
Truth made him dangerous, not the crime,
Just like they do it every time.

They come for the voices, loud and brave,
Bury the truth in a shallow grave.
Brand, Assange, Trump—they all took the stage,
Now they're fighting lies, not just the cage.
The deeper you dig, the clearer you see,
It ain't justice, it's tyranny.

He questioned war, big pharma’s lies,
The media's mask, the silent spies.
Soon came the headlines, screams and doubt,
The same old playbook, roll it out.
They tried to break the ones who dared,
But truth don't die—it just gets shared.

They come for the voices, loud and brave,
Bury the truth in a shallow grave.
Brand, Assange, Trump—they all took the stage,
Now they're fighting lies, not just the cage.
The deeper you dig, the clearer you see,
It ain't justice, it's tyranny.

They called him a clown… a crank… a creep.
But what they fear is the souls he’ll wake from sleep.
A man with a mic, who won’t kneel or bend—
They’ll smear his name just to silence his pen.
It ain’t justice—it’s a hit job dressed in robes.
And the truth? The truth’s still flashing in strobes.

They come for the voices, bold and true,
They'll try the same damn trick on me or you.
But we ain’t blind, and we ain’t tame—
You can't burn out a righteous flame!
Brand, Assange, Trump—they all took the stage,
Now they're fighting lies, not just the cage.
The deeper you dig, the clearer you see—
This ain't about guilt.
It's about being free.