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Jul 2013
The stomping of feet
through the streets
as the rain falls
rapidly, and calls
answered by police,
the violence won't cease,
Barricades spring from under,
bullets roar like thunder,
accompanied by children's screams,
blood flows like river streams,
people hang from ceiling fans,
and applause rings for their plans,
the politicians: clap clap clap
in the capitol: clap clap clap
and then like the end of a storm
silence: the new norm,
orphans and tears,
abuse and fears,
the regime has risen,
a new world has risen.
I wrote this I think a year back but I never finished it. I think I'll do it sometime this week but 'till then, here it is as it was.
Chris T
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Chris T
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