You shove him to the ground
Like he's bitumen to be used.
You butt him with the gun
Like he's a criminal of the worst kind.
You pound on him with heavy boots
Like he's a culprit of mob justice.
You spit on him ferociously
Like he stinks like skunk.
Secret cameras are watching you
And recording your deeds.
The international court awaits you
For this is abuse to innocent demonstrator
Who totally bears no arms
And just wants justice meted out to all equally
And his other cries heard and fulfilled.
When he bleeds, don’t you feel aghast?
When he writhes in pain, don’t you feel empathy?
When he dies, don’t you feel remorseful?
He’s one of you except he’s powerless,
But he has reasons to change your ilk.
Ignoring him isn't such a good idea
For his noise will not give you peace.