Comrades

We gathered to speak our rights

They came and told us we have none

We resisted them with our fights

They called us names and snatched our bun.

They told everybody we were evil, enemies of the nation

Hypocrites with words and heckled our mission.

Some who did not believe their tongue

Were made to swear on god

They had to prove their innocence

With their hand on their children's head

We kept  demanding for what was ours.

Bullets, grenades were dropped in showers

The fat man on the chair would laugh

Meat on his plates and eyes at the flat screen plasma.

We persisted.

Some of us fell.

Some of us lived for another day so that they could tell the tale

What happened next still awaits in future,

When the fat man ran and they dropped his couture.

No one believed their vague propaganda anymore

We were asked for the rights and therefore

The last we talked some asked us our names.

We said call us Dear Comrades.