Body Count

damnation, explosive words flew 

 

a misplayed hand... 

a breaking story, in the news

 

a people caught up ...in the moment...

expressed, their heartfelt views...

 

truth was ...at the forefront 

 

of tides of history, turning fast... 

such people, tired of being abused

spoke out with ...outrage... 

 

carried with the burden... 

long endured 

and so, lit the fuse... 

 

a stage of evolution... 

long overdue...

 

elevated, the heartbeat of the struggle... 

in a tidal wave, moving people to rise 

 

raise their sights... 

higher, 

 

inspired, in the possibility 

...of a miracle... worth fighting for

 

twas... now or never, 

to be delivered... 

 

only, right

the mold was cast...

 

with so much grandiosity... 

moving speeches, defiant marches 

 

and parades set the stage, 

the mold was cast... 

 

although, revolution was in the air... 

 

a spark was needed

lest the moment of potential ...pass... 

unheeded

 

 

within every heart, a leader awaits... 

positioning for a fight

 

clueless, without a plan, 

resistance alone 

was going nowhere fast

 

brave souls, 

throw themselves deliberately into battle 

 

into the killing fields they pour

rubber bullets fly...

 

like snowflakes driven by the wind

chemical attack, burning eyes, labored breathing

 

people, 

even children present, suffer...

some fall...

 

others are taken away, beaten 

as the numbers ...rapidly mount

 

still... 

they will not turn back

 

not, now... 

 

not.. 

 

ever.

 

 

 

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