Sep 21/2022
They do not know the fear
of the menacing faces
they are not afraid of policemen
they climb up the buildings
to pull them down
their beastly heads
They are not afraid
Day by day
The crowds grow
bigger and bigger
Blood is invisible
the streets are filled
with protestors
from every corner
angry Voices
are in making
the new requiem
Someone must come
from the sky and
Trumpet the news
of hope
I recite a prayer
for them not to get killed.
as they pull down the faces
They are not afraid
They Are Not Afraid
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