Innocent Victim

Amidst intense bullet rain A little scavenger came to collect casings Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket. Tanks arriving from the city, The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people— Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes. The wound of losing colleagues People who easily forget, take action The olive-green clad trusted ones take action. Those whom people consider dearest The last refuge for justice in times of distress. Against the people of the entire world Their own declaration of war— In their consideration, everyone is a fascist, an accomplice. Actually, everyone is a fascist Mad for power The goal of all rulers is one: the throne. Essentially, the throne is a virus, Spreading through veins, everywhere From one body to another, from city to village Among rich and poor, people of all religions. Bullets run out, bullets are reloaded The youth who falls lifeless from a bullet He never returns.