Protestors

Protestors

A Poem by Mark
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Scary days in 2020

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A dark unmarked, 
no siren no lights stopped,
one lone person walking. 
The air not burning or giving any sign of destruction.
The sound of gleaming black boots double timing the sidewalk.

"They are all looters and destroyers, they are a mob." someone said.
Heads bobbed in agreement, fingers swiping in reports and photos.

There was no smell to remember, 
just generic uniforms, an unmarked van
that drove away to somewhere else 
with someone else that was not me.

I wanted to say that could be you, that could be us, 
but there were so many of ... us.
I just wondered in my head when it might be me
one of us, them, 
in van going somewhere unknown
with soldiers silent and generic.
Hauled away to somewhere else, by someone else.
In America, 
the home of the free.

© 2020 Mark


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yes, Home of the Free, and Home of the Brave...so we think....
but are we just kidding ourselves...is there a force running the show, an undercurrent.

Sort of like we thought once or maybe still that there was a CIA within the CIA...
The protesters who are peaceful and meaningful, infiltrated by others who only want chaos for the sake of chaos.
this piece rings with truth about all that right now is disturbing the peace.

j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Your words here speak volumes Mark, over the sound of those boots and protesters screams.. The leaders of the free world ain't as free as they thought.
A dystopian feeling of what we have become, ith no sign of a solution in sight.
Sometimes we feel more dispensable than others, 2020 is turning into Orwell's nightmare, a nation slowly realising we are under attack from our own side and their fire don't feel too friendly.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Mark
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