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Protest




Standing ‘round pointless
With nowhere else to go.
The bitterness of the wind
Through the clothes it blows.

Most of them are hungry
Haven't eaten for a while.
Some are all alone
Some are there with child.

Policemen stand across the road
With clubs so they can beat.
Protesters lined up in a row
Lay bleeding in the streets.

The government can't hear them
Through those covered ears.
People beaten left and right
This does increase their fears.

The power has its supper
Showing they don't care.
They're hiding all the money
Of karma they should beware.

Maybe not tomorrow
Which is so very bad.
But the seeds are planted
Worst time you'll ever have.

Why can't the ones in power
Help the ones so poor?
The protesters get so ugly
They even close that door.

So if both sides can sit down
Work to clear this mess.
Too bad that both of them
Are standing ‘round pointless.








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