Khashoggi and All the World's Freedom Fighters
When
A King’s Bullet
Explodes
And rips your flesh
And you,
A reporter
A protester
A man
A woman
Or a child
Crumples
To the street,
Do not despair.
It is where
You fell,
There
On that spot,
That
Tomorrow,
Two more will stand
And after that,
Three
And then
The nation’s flag
Shall be planted
And
One day,
It shall
Be you
Who stands again,
Though as a statue,
Marking the time
And place
Where
The bullet
You took,
Was the one
That killed
The King.
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