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Jul 2013
I.
we’re getting extensively bombed
I can’t remember the last time we felt like the sky belonged to us

we leave home with masks hidden in our backpacks
afraid of every movement
feeling like we are the bad guys

they should be the ones afraid
but the government, they say, is corrupt
and we don’t know whom to trust

II.
and while we were sleeping safely
there were people who never slept at all
there are no rubber bullets in the suburbs
there are no cameras begging for justice

there is just pain, abuse
and prejudice
and bad things waiting to happen, and they always do

III.
the city was darker last night, silent
we didn’t hold any flags and didn’t shout any words
we just awaited something to happen

gather, hope, sense
suspect
whatever words you are looking for to describe
none of them will fit

none of them
will be able to describe
that feeling in the night sky

IV.*
we left
they said it would be suicide
I don’t want to give up but maybe that’s it
maybe they’ll win
maybe they already did
october 19th update: we're resisting.
nathan
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nathan  M/Rio de Janeiro
(M/Rio de Janeiro)   
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