I'm running for my life.
I hear the whirring of the alarms,
the screams of the people.
I look for a way to run,
though all i see are mobs of
pigs, enclosing on me.
Then comes the tear gas.
Frantic, I again look for an escape.
Now all i see in the mist and haze,
are people dying, and the military
No one hears my muffled crys of anguish,
no one cares as I die.