"20/ 10/ 2020"
As the long hand of the clock
Sluggishly climbs to seven
Flags swaying to the melody of the national song
And protesters bowing to the compatriotic spirit
Suddenly armoured vans troops into the crowd
Like starved wolves, to loose mayhem on the people
No warning was sounded,
No one was persuaded to leave
But they clung onto their triggers
Like blind bats, to rip the flag and its bearers apart.
Blood flowed like a river,
Tears stream from patriotic faces,
Beholding fellow brothers maimed by the lords of peace
Certain no camera saw their evil acts
And no light were there to expose their darkness
These wild men of war,
Return to their masters at the Villa
With trophies of gun soaked with the blood of the young.
*******
With phoney innocence on their faces,
They mounted the podium to address the world,
They said guns don't kill people
They only shot to disperse the gathering cloud.
Everyone nodded and the world goes on.
There was a country!!
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