a poem by Liam O'Buachalla
They ran rampant,
Did not rest,
Did not sleep,
Until they got what they wanted.
They broke laws,
But so did he.
Twenty fake dollars is punishable.
Punishable by death.
But only in this country.
They chanted,
They disobeyed,
They fought for what they wanted,
But we did too.
We want representation.
We want what we deserve:
The truth.
They don’t listen to us,
They don’t see us,
But we will make them.
We are victorious,
And they are hiding it
In there.
But as far as I am concerned,
Our actions are justified.
Imagine if your rights were taken away?