poetry: the day when freedom died

They came in paddy wagons, black cars and crown vics 

they came with billy clubs tasers, guns and whips, 

to protect the dream 

to stop the fear

polititions calculated and connived, 

to oust the opposition, to defeat the disillusioned 

to protect the dream 

to stop the fear

phone lines were taped monitored,

lid-less eye raised at every street corner

  to see the disillusioned,

to see the malcontent,  

to protect the dream,

to stop the fear, 

now the people sit in there houses, 

quite, afraid to talk, afraid to think, 

constantly watched monitored 

on the day when freedom died.