No Romance In Protest
Jan Palach's ashes tried to stop them.
Mohandas' blisters tried to stop them.
Tiananmen Square's dead tried to stop them.
Thích Quáng Ðuc's ashes tried to stop them.
The man against the masses
but there is no romance
only the bitter taste of burnt
on the masses tongues.
And those that taste it will
one day be numbed to its sting
as they feast on it with
Beelzebub
And those who shed it
have no time for the luxury of
contemplation for they burn
as if they share the company of
Beelzebub.
No friend, there is no romance in protest.
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