13,000 citizens were walking
for their rights
to own their future bright.
They've try to demonstrate in days
of 79 dark-and-light outstays.
Students, housewives and workers more
lived in tents cold, abhorred.
They demanded rights to cast votes
their ballot's alone, roared.
One demonstrator defied ten soldiers
one man's for one tank, an integer.
Now only 1,000 police with no names
gave walkers their first spanks.
Tear gas and bitting to slow their haste
shooting water, po-faced.
They ached and agonized with pains.
Soul and spirit would not faint.
Millions of soldiers in thousand of tanks
waited for a deadly, first kill. Oh! Yea?
Under my black umbrella
I became a pause.
Shoot me!
I said.....
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