Blood spews from punctured sores,
Lashings, slashings, bullets burrowed;
Flags flap half-mast, batons beat like a drum
Against their wall of shields
Commanded like pawns by the hounds
Of a waning regime: they pause and charge,
Their boots shudder the earth,
The Innocents await; praying, kneeling, shivering,
Freedom Weeps.
This poem is from Ramblings from a Broken Mind. Check out my other books as well.
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