by Ben Ayuko
contact info: benayuko@gmail.com
{image by Ben Ayuko}
So, once again it repeats
The people, they want to speak
We didn’t like it before
Now we just don’t believe
The reason we roam the streets
In t-shirts and ripped up jeans
And sweaters in sweltering heat
And boots with laces thick
And blouses with purses hanging
The music it could be banging
The blaring horns are wilding
In combat with constant sirens
“Enough is enough,” we’re crying
Holding up and waving our signs in
The middle of cityscape, no escape
You will listen this time
Canisters, they blow up so loud
To try and deafen the crowd
Blowing them up to chunks
Separating their body parts
But the spirit is still intact
“You’ll have to bring more than that”
You try to stifle the people
The people they will react