martyr

you hold the brick ready to fling it

  into the marching sea of blue

  and black

you feel nothing but bitter

  resentment at their smug

  looks and cold hard stares

packs of scarved men gather

  behind and ahead of us

  ready to engage the law

we touch the air in front

  of our bodies and create

  a cross

I pray to God and it's all

  up to Him now

. . .

your death was broadcast live

  throughout the world and

  the murdering men in blue

  are condemned by all nations

  for their immoral unforgiving

  actions against us and yet

  to me

  this is an empty victory