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The streets remember –
The Voices,
The Blood,
The Slogan,
The Chants,
The Scattered Shoes of …… ,
Yeah, the streets remember pain,
that footsteps echo in the dust
The streets remember –
The Tear Gas,
The Gunshot,
The Footsteps,
The Broken pain,
The Every Tear of ……… ,
Yeah, the streets remember dead,
that torture in the Gen – Z protest.
The streets remember every tear,
Each Footsteps with each voice of fear.
(“Long After We Leave, the Streets Still Remember” – DIARYPOEM24)