Bang!…Bang!..Bang!.
Loud shots reverberating across the emptied square,
neighbour’s bullets smashing, splintering through window,
one viciously driving into this man’s chest,
exploding, his back erupting,
two others into the wall slamming, splattering,
waking terrified mother and screaming baby from rest.
Through mattress passing and over bodies,
violating and shattering,
showering this sacred room,
with innocent blood and pitiless lead,
these soft-nosed dumdum bullets,
hatefully shouting of doom.
A mortally wounded husband wife trembling arms cradling,
amidst her child’s frightening wailing,
in his breast his spirit to hold she is desperately trying,
but in torrents of blood before her eyes his life is ending……
Fergus Carty
"For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery."
~Jonathan Swift
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