Politics, Right? Poem by Wamii Flyer

At a rally

I hold my umbrella, wide open
Protesting my government

Cops, no, pigs
Equipped in heavy black armory
Charge at me

They pin me down
Cuffing my hands behind my back
Pepper sprays all in my eyes
Trying their best to silence me

Although I'm just one guy
There are many more to come
An army of people waiting for a bacon breakfast
With fork pitches up in the air
Laws shall be overthrown tonight

Now writing from jail
Six cops guarding my cell
God, being a journalist is awful
My coworkers suffering at the hands of approved terrorists
My fate is unknown
But, that's politics, right?

''Actually, this cell isn't that bad. Better than my apartment. I also don't have to pay rent.''