A nation dancing on the brinks
Hopes dissipate in the bleakness of chaos
The barrels of gun spraying bullets.
On the street lies still bodies.
The cries of the bereaved raved the scene
Over their heart-throbs lying still in death

Striding booths with strode of ramps
Strength oust order, and power, authority
The state lies in turbulence
Power on the shoulders with echelon
The leader and the led within baracks
Outside the circle, the people.
© Augstine