The city is melting in the screams
In the dead of night,
From thick skins to thin skins,
So accustomed to fearful, bloodied scenes
As you walk through or past
blinking in the putrid smokes rising up like an atom explosion
compelling you to gouge your eyes out
or rip the flesh off your bones
You're knocked out in a floundering hill of carcass
I was there
I was scared
Unidentifiable in the crowd adorned with courage
As my people should be
They targeted me anyway
Emptying the barrel of a dozen revolvers
Hundreds of black-clad Darth Vaders
besieged my space once taken to be safe
Gone are those days entrusting 'law and order'
unmasking itself as a little less human
cutting innocent lives shorter and shorter
learning that it's after all a shape-shifting demon
"When I grow up I want to serve in the plice
Fools, you see what they want you to see
A provocation or condemnation
And they give you a taste of merciless damnation
My people play no part in the conflict
And yet. The demons in blue and green
orchestrate and construct minefields to ****
And yet. We don't plan to forfeit
I say 'We' on behalf of journalists
I say 'people' on behalf of journalists
also happen to be People with Emotions
Finding middle ground when the earth under your feet
crumbles. Living in Commotion
Power-hungry bodies are dark voids during a war
because money buys protection
because status breeds greed
Empowered bodies are overcome during a war
because all they feel is pain and fury
of measures shaking them to the burning core
They fired shots after shots
manhandling our right to exist
Our weapon of choice is the pen
we'll show them
tyranny is so close to its end
