Whisper

It started with a whisper in the dark.
"I want to be free."
With more voices it grew to be a quiet murmur still unheard by the noble ears of those on high too busy listening to their own prattle.
"We want to be free."

Rumors of a future and visions of success began to surface bringing hope and gaining more voices to that whisper.
"We will be free."
Strategies and lies join the conversation, building strength and bringing the whisper out into the light.
"We will take our freedom."
Suddenly the voices grow to a deafening roar that even the noble ears cannot help but hear.
"Give us our freedom."
Voices of the old and young, of the intelligent and dumb, the voices of the captive rise up and echo and grow and rise.
"We will have our freedom."
The pleas, threats, and curses from noble voices are drowned under the crushing wave of volume that was started by a single whisper.
"I want to be free."
The walls shudder, the doors rattle, the ground shake under all the cries from the city.
"We are free!"