It was just a normal school day,
And we were going out to play,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

They took us to a camp,
A place lit with only a lamp,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

We sat there like dogs,
In rows like peas in pods,
When those men armed with guns,
Took us away from the bright sun.

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Opinion is a flitting thing,
But Truth, outlasts the Sun—
If then we cannot own them both—
Possess the oldest one—

Next time
you find yourself
standing in line
think a little differently
step sideways
or back
and commit a very small act of rebellion

but

not when queuing
at a supermarket checkout
if your hungry

and not
whilst waiting
at passport border control
as trigger fingers may start to twitch

and it would be best
to avoid doing so altogether
at a public ******
where stepping sideways
or back
can be a risky business
even with the place to yourself

on reflection it appears
there is a time
and a place
for everything
even
very small acts of rebellion

although
it ought to be said

a rebellion
that knows no hunger

a rebellion
that challenges neither borders
or control

a rebellion
that overly concerns itself with
******* in the designated area

has probably
entirely
missed the point.

I'm ashamed; posting
these awkward poems; expecting
you'd read this and smile.