The pick up truck zoomed
With lightning speed
Almost smashing a lamp post
At the median of the road,
Its beacon lights
Swapping roles with the idle lamp stand
Of emergency its siren blared
Where there was none
Neither was there any mishap.
The gun totting soldiers
Acting as in war front
Edged a frightened woman
In a toyota camry out of the way
Their guns pointing at her Car.
This is how force is exhibited
In a third world country like mine
Where the guns they brandished,
The uniform they wore
And the pockup truck they drove
All of the people's sweat.
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