I march armless
waving streamers of principles
banners of democracy
languages of freedom
expressing murdered rights
resurrecting of what i believe
the burren political rights
against de facto government
then a foul teargas
choke my breath
blanketing around my black parade
an expected encounter
in a very hour of political strife
i nurse my wounded eyes
with public water
then the patriotic kid
revives the courage
not to resist
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