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Their hands no longer occupied by books, Pens and thoughts of hypotheses. Now bricks and fire destroy, their angered looks Their minds racing with empty promises. Their shouts cry out in the night #feesmustfall Like echoes down empty halls Desolate, scorched earth become their battleground With clicks, hisses and flashing calls, The media like hyenas abound “We demand to be heard”, angrily protest Against our government that they so detest. Where are the promises? only broken dreams Replaced by violence and frustrated screams. For in the end, who will fall…silence fades, Rubber bullets, pierce the air, stun grenades Trigger-happy bravado only displayed The air, left smouldering burning down “Down, down, down to the ground” Where will it end? When a political tyrant, with their diplomatic rhetoric tries to mend? Down the barrel of a gun like karma Our memories flock to scenes of Marikana Or ’76, the struggle songs, where heroes fought They fall, we fall, we all fall, so spare a thought
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
Fall
Their hands no longer occupied by books, Pens and thoughts of hypotheses. Now bricks and fire destroy, their angered looks Their minds racing with empty promises. Their shouts cry out in the night #feesmustfall Like echoes down empty halls Desolate, scorched earth become their battleground With clicks, hisses and flashing calls, The media like hyenas abound “We demand to be heard”, angrily protest Against our government that they so detest. Where are the promises? only broken dreams Replaced by violence and frustrated screams. For in the end, who will fall…silence fades, Rubber bullets, pierce the air, stun grenades Trigger-happy bravado only displayed The air, left smouldering burning down “Down, down, down to the ground” Where will it end? When a political tyrant, with their diplomatic rhetoric tries to mend? Down the barrel of a gun like karma Our memories flock to scenes of Marikana Or ’76, the struggle songs, where heroes fought They fall, we fall, we all fall, so spare a thought
#feesmustfall
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
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