No romance in protest

Jan Palach's ashes tried to stop them.

Mohandas' blisters tried to stop them.

Tiananmen Square's dead tried to stop them.

Thích Quảng Đức's ashes tried to stop them.

The man against the masses

but there is no romance 

only the bitter taste of burnt

on the masses tongues.

And those that taste it will

one day be numbed to its sting

as they feast on it with

Beelzebub

And those who shed it 

have no time for the luxury of

contemplation for they burn

as if they share the company of

Beelzebub.

No friend, there is no romance in protest.

Reviews

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this is creative ._.
and kinda random :)
Great work!
It's different from what anyone writes :)
This is really great!