In Ale Gasn

Everywhere, eyes turn to
look upon the street, and
beneath a wetted grey,
simmering as always before,
unheard calls reach
for voices to be heard.

(Hey! Hey!)

Hands, taken and together,
fill the air with noise to
protest coarse silence,
violent darkness and cells
that confine the light of
laughter’s sweet revenge.

(Daloy politsey!)

Everywhere, eyes turn to
look upon the street.

Hey! Hey! Daloy politsey!

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