I was waiting for a bus
and it happened
flame, smoke,
barricades, confusion,
vulnerable people
and armed authority
It used to be glittering
It used to be organised
There used to be lots of laughs
They used to have freedom
Friends’ smiles were robbed
Their normal lives got crumbled
and
Familiar things have become no longer familiar
I was waiting for a bus
but I don’t know where to go
in this looming city.
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