A peaceful march
It was planned
Authorities they thought
Will realize their folly
And yield to the demands
It did not happen
Both parties thought
Each was right
Mediation failed
Solution interrupted
And emotions flared
Violence erupted
Business was closed
Never to open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The closing of a factory is like a divorce. Always messy. A good write.