The ecstatic
celebration of new grounds conquered,
sharply and
suddenly drowned
by the
unruly throes of eviction.
Alas the
season is ripe!
Un-uniformed,
These
hapless beings clumsily marched
through
still night,
like tired
Burmese elephants, driven by these sycophants.
I, vexed at
this tradition,
Yet denied
salvation.
These
hapless beings march with no leader.
“Sheeps with
no shepherd”.
Quizzical
questions asked,
eyebrows
raised.
Bruised
faces in fright.
All I do is
write.
Written in
the wake of the university’s forceful eviction of students in the beginning of
the session.
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