The tyranny of a soldier,
right at the market square.
Bloody civilian! Come here!
How dare you touch me?
My uniform, so sacred.
From cap to my shoe sole,
naught was there without reason.
A slap.
A kick.
Another slap.
Another kick.
Another…
Another…
Severe pound of mortal flesh.
Khaki mauling unlimited,
not without its attendant ”Sorry Sir!”
The dumb’s plea to the blind.
Blood.
Gushing waters!
Blood.
Dripping, gushing.
Gushing! Dripping!
Cascading waters into distant seas.
Like play, like play.
Sudden collapse.
No! A faint,
Deathly hush.
Like play.

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