Fists Clenched in Slogans
His plaintive cry pierced the air
pleading to travel somewhere
Sympathizers marched in a faraway square
their fists clenched in slogans
As he bled to death slowly
~ in the presence of no one
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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