With A Fire Poem by Steph Kjaerbaek

They would sing of the system
as they overturned the hourglass;
buying more time for innocents
caught up in a so-called crime
of protest, a kind of contest.

In the societal structure of the street,
where protesters gather in a game,
against the authority, they wait
A delayed response promptly comes late.
They compete in self-defeat, incomplete.

They carry signs against the system
in protest of its latest victim;
The system's rhetoric indicates control
disguised as democratic commodity;
They've been bought, stamped, signed and sold.

By these rules do you abide
in silent suppression against
an independent sense of pride?
By these laws do you rule
with an iron fist you agree upon
twenty-fours a day, dusk till dawn?