for those who do not know,Greece has become the center of protests this December. inspiration from there.


Shot!

You wake up one sweet morning,mother.
you step out of your house
and still, nothing fills you with penetrating fright.

You walk on a pavement with your fingers crossed
while behind you they light fires to burn you.
And you get shot in the heart.

You bleed, sister, they ripped out your heart.
They are going to have it for dinner tonight.
And you will be dancing with those protestors outside.





Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-06-05 at 19:47

Tags Death  Shot  Police 

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