Last night, I have been thinking how these policemen died.
News, witnesses, and our sentiments cry for justice – but no
one really knew how they bled in the encounter.
My words could not even sketch how in their last breath
raised their guns and crawled to save each other. They were at work and willed to serve while
they worked. Nothing mattered, but their
service to God and men. When someone
dies, in his thoughts is only God, in his thoughts is only one good act for
everyone or of service for the good of the multitude. Were they abandoned by leaders? How could
this be, when leaders are supposed to collaborate or help each other? Why this wrong timing, all this mess, and
fucking shit?
/rosevoc2
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