Storming the Streets

July 22 2013

The entire city is begging to have its siesta but heat is being released from concrete, sweat giving students and employees a longing for a second bath, but still people gathered with their flags ready again to storm the streets. The farmers child is reminded to stay close to his mother, not to be intimidated by the cameras, and be patient with the dust and smoke, as their young allies from university halls, not satisfied with ranting in front of computer screens, choose which placard to hold, one on human rights or environmental degradation? The group marches and gets showered with stares, silent but equally disturbing as their shouts. While the program unfolds, stranded commuters protecting their faces from the flying ashes of the burning caricature cannot resist but ask, What do you get out of this? Convention would say that obedience best express love but we beg to disagree, our militant cries are terms of endearment, making sure that the kings and queens of hill dont believe the statistics they preach. Jacob Laneria