Chanting Slogans Poem by GICANIRO Gicaniro

Chanting slogans
Cloaked crowd crawly creeping in and out of the cube,
Crook claiming critically of a cream creed of which the state carelessly crashed.
Cutting short a crimson cat which coiled to and fro,
Certainly a cry from a caressed child,
Catering to cope with a curling coin…
Crumbled protesters
Crushing into police,
Cautiously crafting a calm crane,
Coiling placards whilst others
Chanted slogans…