Strike and Locks

Everybody
Anybody
Let us go.
Let us please go slow.
These fingers in the air are not for peace
If they linger over here we shall chop off please
War is only one of many responses
Quiet is added advantage
That’s quite queer, the undue advances
Before we fall in the arms of beautiful rage.
These are the signs and why we protest
The street is fed up enough
In the beginning it was a drill, a test
It has come to become a permanent rough.
This one is not for the people
So many will refuse to see
This is for the hidden clause, the tripartite, the triple
That became what they’re ne’er meant to be.
Strike one, strike two, strike a chord at least
Let the sound find the spirit, the soul and beast.

Leonell