As the police
arranged their shield
You stood upfront
and raised your fist.
Your demand
for humanitarian reforms
was answered by beatings
yet you resisted
and struggled
and clenched your fist
and waived your flag
as thousand marched across the streets.
Stones trailed behind you.
I'm glad you're not the type of woman
who burn a life
in the bar
in apathy.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
As the police
arranged their shield
You stood upfront
and raised your fist.
Your demand
for humanitarian reforms
was answered by beatings
yet you resisted
and struggled
and clenched your fist
and waived your flag
as thousand marched across the streets.
Stones trailed behind you.
I'm glad you're not the type of woman
who burn a life
in the bar
in apathy.
*Inspired by Camilla Vallejo, a Chilean Communist, the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld.
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