Poetry – The Time Comes

The Time Comes


Dictators fall.

Even tyranny has its limits.

Like a pressure cooker

With the heat turned up –

Something gives.


Oppression creates fear

But fear can rapidly change to fury

When a certain point

Is reached.


People crowd the streets

Encased in teargas clouds,

Facing down

The faceless goons.


Shields are thumped.

Adrenaline flows.

Rubber bullets fly.

Trained robots charge.

Batons thud on heads.


But if the people are united,

Determined and resolute

The regime falls.


Opher – 17.8.2020

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