On the floor of an open forum,
A hundred voices without decorum,
Drowning out the truth with distortion
And creating a chorus of extortion,
Beat me down and leave me imploring
The mouths of masters to break through the pouring.

The words of a thousand betrayers,
Advice hidden beneath the layers,
Are like rotten tomatoes to be thrown
Between each part, all my own.
Caught by the crossfire of my mind
I fall to my knees dumb and blind
Heckled through thoughts undefined
By a hundred voices without decorum
On the floor of an open forum.