When the Dean said we could not cross campus
until the students gave up the buildings,
we lay down, in the street,
we said the cops will enter this gate
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The graphic details of an event relating to a protest during university days is thrilling account of grit and determination and a spirit to act come what may. Thanks for this wonderful poem.
1968 was that kind of year. Remember it well. Thanks for capturing this moment and I pray your daughter is fine 48 later...You're really talented, Lady.