08-09-2025 / Monday
( image source from Facebook)
A band with one courage,
One brave, one pulse –
One word, one chant –
but tear gas met a million tears.
Was there no mistake ?
Was something missing ?
On the road of peace,
In the soil of revolution.
We stood ready to die –
ready, as if on command,
lined up in rows –
Our tears gathered like storms,
tear gas burning like unkind rain.
And then – what came to pass
became a danger all on its own.
The sky watched –
and it bent low.
The clouds watched –
and they scattered away.
(“Some Cried From The Gas, Others From What They Finally Saw.” –DIARYPOEM24)