The Fight
Stop it!
I yell
But for now all I can say is farewell
And I know that I can never quit
For we are all digging ourselves into a deep pit
Then everyone failed
And we realized we’ve just been spelled
It starts with the protests
No
It starts with the deaths
Then comes the tear gas
Making people fall to the grass
Then comes the shields
Knocking us all into the fields
One shot
Two shots
Three shots
Then all of us forgot
That they can still overpower us
But we still give them a fuss
It supposed to be friendly
But they’ve turned it to deadly
Everyone is yelling
Crying
Or screaming
And we all hope it’s just dreaming
But no
It’s real
And then we can’t backpedal
The ones who fought us get a medal
Our voices are useless
Our bodies breathless
Laying on the ground
Hoping that we’ll be found
“Stop it!”
I yell
But I already know it’s too late
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