How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?
I stood completely straight,
Legs one foot wide apart,
Fingers one inch wide apart...
I threw my hands up suddenly.
The controllers might be racist,
The controllers might be fascist,
Yet there I was, in front of them,
Daring them to kill me first.
They shouted at me! I shouted louder!
They went away from me out of fear...
I knew each was but a coward,
As they came at me, clustered in a crowd...
I thundered protests, alone, out loud,
Like a frightening lightning cloud!
If they could not kill me alone...
Defiantly I watched and wondered...
How could they dare to kill the crowd?
poem by Denis Martindale
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