Behind the barricade each were equal
no distinction prevailed
expressing vocally their nation’s pride
unity of wills and passion
afraid that their identity would be lost
at an unforgivable cost!
From a peaceful but loud demonstration
good-humoured and fun
violence erupted and that moment gone
becoming more sinister
cries now not of joy but panic and pain
as comrades now lay slain!
Behind the barricades placards discarded
the tensions increasing
peaceful protests lost to a radical element
as the acrid smoke rises
from burning tyres and missiles thrown
the future now unknown!
The once calm and familiar city centre
streets and communal parks
now battle zones raging out of control
and the ripples of rebellion
no more talk and discussions to dwell
they enter the realms of hell!
On the precipice their lives on the edge!
The Foureyed Poet.
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