Saturday, May 31, 2014


Photograph: Andrew Kravchenko/Reuters

first published  Poetry24
In the middle of the night they came,
posing as protectors,
with unmarked uniform and face hidden,
they told us to surrender.

Hand over your weapons!

- But what are we to do? -
Weapons are for enemies
and we thought they were friends.

Now we are re-branded,
the cleansing begins,
and they put Cain against Abel
turn friend against friend.

The bully once more
is outside the gate
and the strong boys inside
consider old schoolboy debate.

                                                                                                         © niall oconnor 2014
The body of a Ukrainian policeman is seen covered on the ground outside a police headquarters after Ukrainian forces attempt to drive out pro-Russian militants in Mariupol, May 9, 2014. 
REUTERS/Marko Djurica

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