Gnashing Teeth Publishing

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The Big Protest in DC by Rajnish Mishra

Four, the number of their guardian angels,

is also the number of those who died.

They shot one in her neck.

She fell on to the ground.

The protector of peace sent his tweets:

“stay peaceful”, said his handsome face,

Onlookers screamed for help while she bled

on the ground slowly, surely, fatally.

Some said, “It was a dark day for democracy”.

He said, “go home”, the fraudsters stole our victory.

The police had yelled “Get back” yet she

just “didn’t heed the call”.

The public emergency was extended,

to ensure peace and security.

It was a grievous fault.

She answered for it with her life.

BIO: Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. He edits PPP Ezine and writes at https://rajnishmishravns.wordpress.com/

Relevant cover letter: ”

Dear Editor

Please consider my experimental poem– “The Big Protest in DC” for possible inclusion in your publication. As a concerned citizen of the global democratic system I feel concerned about the happenings in your great democracy…”.

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