In demonstration

There is some truth
In demonstration
There is also a demon

There is some truth
In demonstration
But a lot of things go missing

As you stand
Face to face
With the wall

There’s a young girl
Who doesn’t know
How she got there

Being chased
By closed ranks
Of armoured horses

There’s truth
In a broken skull
But not obviously so

Its’ break is a sign
Of someone wronged

But the club
Cares not what it is

The violence
If it spreads
It’s forgetfulness
That turns it into fury
Leaves a puncture
A weakness
To heal over

When people can forget you
You were only a stain
That is washed away

There’s’ truth
in demonstration
There is no escape
From the silence
Afterwards

To escape the noise
Is to hide it
Inside you
And to run away

A sole demonstration
There is plenty of truth in it

It comes direct
Out of suffering
It makes a stand
One person risks all

Ahead of a great army
Being called together

What can change the things
that are causing hurt

Twist the wooden head
Stop up the dummies voice

Who can reach the puppeteer?
Surrounded by a defence of iron

A whisper gets thru
Several arms and legs move

Finally reason takes over
Maybe

When ever I hear of demonstrations gone wrong I hark back to a festival where a line of police horses charged and we all had to run. Also I think of that brave soul in China who stopped a tank by standing in front of it.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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