David Chadwick

A poem for the month - March

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Seeing Red

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Thieves in control

Thousands marching

Barricades on the streets

Arrests in the night

Red for danger

 

Clubs and rifle butts

Tear gas and rubber bullets

Weapons turned on their own

Blind hate and live rounds

Red for blood

 

Milk and tea

Tamein in the wind

Banging pots and pans

Three fingers raised

Red for courage