The Fallen Protester's Song
These last few days were the most beautiful
I ever lived, my friends. For the first time
in our lives spent under martial law,
we took the secret freedom we'd been eating
out of the hidden cupboard, and ate it openly.
Then we took it right outside like melting ice cream
and started giving it away. To anyone.
After that, we were free.
I don't know how to explain to those who haven't tasted it.
Imagine an entire country with a calcium deficiency,
long-term, and everybody shrinks, but no one notices.