we are the ones you'll never find in protest lines of angry hordes with petrol bombs and catapults the ones that overturn your car who raid and strip our local stores and set up ghettos of one thought we're the ones you never see the buttoned-up majority who never seek to find offence or shout about their sufferance we are the ones who melt away we are the ones who pray for peace and practice that belief though outrage burns as lividly at senselessness, stupidity that you have brought to bear - and still, we're never there!
For Bjorn’s MTB prompt “Writing from a collective point of view” we are employing the first person plural to speak as or of a group
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