listening to Bob Marley's exodus

i reminisce the power of the people
clenched fists of the masses
sisters and brothers
nuns and priests holding arm to arm
children in the streets bringing flowers to the soldiers
women bringing food for the marchers

tanks and guns face
and furious words of the dictator

i reminisce the ouster of the oppressor of the people
i see the plane carrying him out to another faraway island
no blood is shed

the flowers have power
the prayers have weight
the masses have the voice
God watching over.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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