They sit in a row, heads
Bowed low, and accept
The law’s blows.
Forced to breathe pepper
As the law hovers
In front spraying in
Hope they would leave.
Or die. That would be
Better for the law. No
Doubt.
The cameras flash but
Don’t intervene to save
The students. Prevent
The police onslaught.
Defenders of democracy
What say the press standing
Silently watching,
Clicking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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