ProtestorsA Poem by MarkScary days in 2020A dark unmarked, no siren no lights stopped, one lone person walking. The air not burning or giving any sign of destruction. The sound of gleaming black boots double timing the sidewalk. "They are all looters and destroyers, they are a mob." someone said. Heads bobbed in agreement, fingers swiping in reports and photos. There was no smell to remember, just generic uniforms, an unmarked van that drove away to somewhere else with someone else that was not me. I wanted to say that could be you, that could be us, but there were so many of ... us. I just wondered in my head when it might be me one of us, them, in van going somewhere unknown with soldiers silent and generic. Hauled away to somewhere else, by someone else. In America, the home of the free.
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2 Reviews Added on July 21, 2020 Last Updated on July 21, 2020 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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