Outside the bitter truth defies
What I understand
What I understand is shattered
Crowding, arms raised with signs
Calling for justice
Some of them with raised hands
Who am I
What am I
I call these into question
As the advancing military police aims its guns at us
Attempting to silence us
They are masked
They are silent
They have bullet proof vests
They cannot be touched
Still they fire into our very center
Where the right to cry for truth
Spills like an ugly wound into the streets
Dispersing with red smoke into the night.
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