Over my shoulder


They took hammers 

To clock towers

Stuffed wet towels 

Under doors


Kept TVs on 

24 hours

And all car 

Doors locked 


Used a lot 

of exclamation marks

Felt a strong feeling 

of purpose


Tracing the outlines 

of the struggle

In this they wouldn’t 

feel useless 


Against the future 

Against the future 


In disbelief 


Something went wrong

In their lives 

Nobody move

Until they fix this thing

◄ Your Hair

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