Blood shed
Showering of bullets
Blood shed
Shh-shh!
Vehicles on soiled and potholed roads carry the heedless lives theyâre about to lose.
Hastened for an unknown tail-end by their handlers on-seat,
Rerouted by not the same handlers with just one breath on-grip.
Taking the destination they never knew they wouldnât reach.
Some expect a drizzle of victory, some expect a flurry of scope,
But all met the barricade of carnage and the downpour of bloodbath.
On the same soils their frames were excavated,
Of the rear actor that earthed them back to dust.
Untombed are our hails
Raised are our banners
For trampled justice and exhumed freed
That lives lost may not be salvaged,
Our calls will remain uncuffed and unshackled.
Graphics: Timothy Andrei Milambiling
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