I ride into the morning
My rig hangs from my shoulders
Lightweight for the fight
The engine vibrates under my boots.
I glance around idly
Exchange a nod, a look
Apprehension on every face
Determined silence.
I start to worry, as usual
Do I have enough bandage?
Enough gauze? Enough tape?
Are the radios charged?
I look to my colleague
New medic, second job
I smile, try to look calm
The tension breaks.
The singing starts
Protestors' jukebox
The other minibus passes
Why aren't we as calm as them?
We go over the plans
Ready the locks and chains
Sandwiches disappear like magic
Water is drunk, it may be a while.
Lights flash on the far hill
Blue lights, the enemy
They shine for miles
Against the black before dawn.
The radio crackles
"Echo-four-seven, stand to."
Gear is stowed, harnesses tightened
Here I go again.
Lividia







Devious Comments
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"Your enemies are those who would assign to you an enemy. "
I like chip butties and I cannot lie...
Co-admin of ~Activists
Revolution: [link]
to be honest rather than a protest this sounds like some one preparing to land at D-Day (but without the mini buses,lol).
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mein herz brennt
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Моё сердце горит
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"Your enemies are those who would assign to you an enemy. "
I like chip butties and I cannot lie...
Co-admin of ~Activists
Revolution: [link]
Can i ask, it may seem strange, where have you protested??
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mein herz brennt
--
Моё сердце горит
--
"Your enemies are those who would assign to you an enemy. "
I like chip butties and I cannot lie...
Co-admin of ~Activists
Revolution: [link]
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