MAN IN HIS SEVENTYS
Man aged seventy fiveA nice man a good man
A gentle man
Decided to stand to be counted
Only now he were a lone
Among those protesting was Martin Gugino
Now the genial gentleman
Would not say boo to a goose
Just felt he had to make a stand
Were not a rioter far from that
Had a comfortable kind of life
Saw a riot helmet laying on the ground
So it looks from the vidio
Being the gentleman he were
He picked up the helmet up proceeded to hand it over
To the nearest officer
For his trouble the man were shoved and pushed
The mans legs not as steady sturdy as they once were
Gave way under the gentleman
Over he tumbled over upon his back he landed on to concrete slabs
Cracking open his head - blood gushed forth forming a puddle of his blood
One officer stopped to look maybe to help the fallen man
His superior ordered him to leave the may laying there - ' MOVE ON! '
' But Sir he's bleeding from his ear, sir. ' I ordered - YOU TO MOVE ON! '
As seen on T V
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2020-06-06 at 13:10
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