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She cried…
that moment,
a nation taking another step
towards tyranny.
It wasn’t because people protested for their rights,
it was because they had to,
because they were treated as the enemy
in their own home.
She cried…
maybe it was the innocent dying,
or the military in the streets.
in the end,
it was the teargas in her eyes.

©June 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne


About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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