Protest
tear gas canister forms clouds of smoke
blinding eyes
smashing windows feet on bricks
cops and dogs and rubber bullets
nightsticks swing smashing heads
blood flows red
on the pavement a dead fucking hippy gets
trampled by a horse
media laughs of course
all i can do is run
all i can do is run
explosions then pain, beanbag canister
i wake up 2 days later in a hospital
the protest is done
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