To A Certain Soldier Of May Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

In his twenties, a young man filled with dreams,
He answered the nation's call and joined the military.
He stood in front of the protesting crowd, following orders,
Making lines at the street where the police fled, only.

He merely stood in front of the protesting crowd with all in.
From where'er a vacant truck charged forward them, suddenly
And leaving him and his comrades unable to speak, fallen.
Their spilled blood, the streets of May stained bloody.

His remains cremated and rest in the national cemetery,
But one day the inscription on his tombstone has changed.
For the past forty years, in silence suffered his family,
As mute beings in this world, at last his parents departed.

The driver became a pro-democracy activist by his deed,
His family secured jobs through favors in all the way,
And rewarding as a man of merits for his murdering deed.
But only birds visit his tombstone in May, chirping away.

May,2023. Tengre