Head Wound

You don armor
Take up arms against your brothers,
You target, sisters, daughters and mothers.
Pepper spray and tear gas women and children,
Smile while pointing shot guns at the crowd,
A figure drops... you carry on.

You toss flash grenades into a group of friends,
Coming to the aid of fallen men,
Only cowards stoop to depth so low,
There's no excuse for this behavior.

Big men in black, the riot cop,
Not here for you, protecting status quo,
Have wounded all when wounding only one,
We will not leave for this has just begun.
This is a collective head wound.
WE are the 99.