Classification: Poetry
Theme: Violence
Synopsis: Disproportionate use of force against civilians.
Why is there a man with a badge following?
Is that a pack of sugar in his sacket?
I got no choice, no voice.
Just keep running till you get caught.
Point-blank; blood runs.
Loud bang, I just drop.
I feel cold — nowhere to go.
It's hard to breath,
is there a slug inside me?
Sirens blaring; red lights flashing.
My son is running, tears falling.
From collecting tin cans —
Now here, carrying a sugar in my sack.
Published by: Aliyah Margareth C. Imbat
Date Published: December 18, 2021
Time Published: 2:38 PM
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