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
Who are the Goons??
Who are the goons?
The Zombies?
The mindless men in uniform
Who carry out the tyrant’s will?
Who are the thugs
Who follow the orders
To beat and shoot their own people?
Who are the torturers,
The Stormtroopers
And snatch squads??
The ones who enable the evil?
Who perpetuate fear and terror?
Who enjoy the power?
How do they become such heartless goons?
Do they think?
Do they feel?
Have they not got minds of their own?
Were they born
Machines of the state?
Or did they just grow mean?
Without the goons
Tyranny is powerless.
So who makes the goons?
Opher – 17.8.2020