I am not angry
Protagonist
Is me and, is not me, in am not angry
I saw a good movie…masterpiece…
Unlike the Hollywood’s.
In LA they fool us with colour, sex and light
This movie talked of the, real life of a lad
Studies, gets involved with revolt, is fired
And at last, while in love, loses life to a law
Brutal; hanged by noose, in public.
Love and laugh, his efforts and failures
Make you think; and his death is question
Why should youths be ignored, who is wrong?
You ask me, my reply is hammer right on dot:
“Politics, internal…external.”
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