With improvised backpacks
& flowers in their hair,
they were forging new beginnings,
building dreams for brighter futures.

Marching toward victory
under the sacred heavens,
they were snuffed out
through the end of a barrel,
the guns of the ruling class.

Ignorance & hate rule our days,
but surely wealth & power
cannot withstand the coming tides.

The hours will come when
the guerillas will seek truth,
a recompense
for the dense fog
that makes us blind
to their corruptions
& killings.

Some call it Armageddon,
others call it righteous justice.
I say karma.