Last night, I have been thinking how these policemen died.
News, witnesses, and our sentiments cry for justice –
but no
one really knew how they bled in the encounter.
My words could not even sketch how
in their last breath
raised their guns
and crawled to save each other.
They were at work and willed to
serve while
they worked.
Nothing mattered, but
their
service to God and men.
When someone
dies, in his
thoughts is only God,
in his thoughts is only
one good act for
everyone
or of service
for the good of the multitude.
Were they abandoned by leaders?
How could
this be, when leaders
are supposed to collaborate or
help each other? Why this
wrong timing,
all this mess,
and
fucking shit?
/rosevoc.rosevoc2 january 29
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