The Heat Of Oppression

The Heat Of Oppression short poem

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They matched protesting non-violently,
Teenagers and children,
Fighting against anti-segregation,
The filthiness of the ruling class,
They could no longer sit and watch,
As their homeland was destroyed

These innocent souls,
Were victims of violence!
Their homes had been burnt down,
Parents killed and young men taken,
And now, they stood in withering justices,
As blood had been poured unjustly,
Inciting the public into violence

Their long treasured resources,
Were mercilessly destroyed,
And these innocent ones,
Watched their future in ruins,
How could they stomach that?
This angered them,
The men in black suits had to pay,
As they had decided to fight till the end

The sweltering summer,
Gave no rest to anyone,
Not until, they; the innocent ones,
Drunk from the cup of struggle,
They would not calm down,
They have to fight for their motherland,
Even with their lives

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