887*

and the streetlights
long more than the other
night
they cried for the souls that got buried
in funky print ads of
an elite coffee brand

silence has never sound so
sad.

in grief they torn the
streets
where tears turned to shouts.
red flags waved in place
of bodies thrown to the
ground.

mourning is a bladed weapon.

freedom is not for the meek
freedom is for those who
fight, who dare to die (so that
others may live).

for only when
the east turns red
can we really own that we
must.

*the number of victims of
extrajudicial killings as of
October 2007