window snow
The man opens his room window
The morning sun bathing into his eyes
He tries to shield it by his hands
The morning glow up in the sky
The blue and white clouds
Dancing patterns in the sky
He halfheartedly opening his eyes
Wishing it will go away
Up high in his apartment
He sees a long line of procession
Walking silently in placards
“We want change; we want change!”
The police siren
The red trucks menacing wait
For the order to charge the walkers
In the morning bright blue sky
The siren sounds
The battle cries charged
The silent protestors run
Hiding taking breath
The peaceful walk of protest
It becomes a charge by the police
The sky never changes color
The shadows imprint on the march
The changing will come
They like it or not is out of their hands
The momentum has gone into high gear
A new history will be written
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