Public Relations


Public Relations

Times square,
The usual billboards, replaced with propaganda for the new leader,
Thousands of citizens around me, their faces morphed into wrath,
Muscles clenching, blood boiling, teeth grinding,
A crackle of static and one of the screens flickered to life,
The live broadcast, a smiling, clean-cut man,
Straight from the capital,
An aura of discontent spread around the square,
The arrogant, egotistical leader announced news of new tariffs,
From deep within, a fire burned inside me,
We were barely scraping along,
Now this,
In front of me, an old man spat towards the display,
Beside me, young children conveyed their displeasure with a gesture,
My own feelings rose to the surface,
A foul expression plastered my face,
Heat rose up to my chest, I struggled to breath,
And with that, the crowd around me began to riot,
And with that, the police opened fire.

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