Political Barometer Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

A recorded pressure on the
Barometer indicates
The political pressure is
Beyond the fifth time that
Of atmospheric pressure
Residents are escorted
To everywhere they go
The strict instructions
As the guns talks behind them
But why?
Tell me mister president.

I opposed a government
Plan,
A few hours I found
My own non-living body
In a trench
Less I keep quiet
As the government military
Conducts undetected killings
In the towns and villages
We are both infected
We are too affected
Like the vaccine in
A syringe struggling
To overcome the
Pressure.

Our bill of right is
Like a charcoal remain
Of the burning bush
For we access them no more
Some know not their freedom
Some knows nothing about rights
And majorities have no idea of
Their literacy.

The pressure rises each minute
Are we charmed?
Have you charmed us?
Tell us
Government of the people
Ruling with rage
As we see the comfort
Of the minority ruling class
While the majority struggles
To make both ends meet
Tell me mister president
Because I will die
By dawn.