Black students,
sick of sleeping on sloped benches.
Rise, with ruffeled voice and aching feet.
No funds paid,
the government is still looking for money…
somewhere up there.
This street turns back time, begrudgingly.
Satisfied growls of laughter roar from branded barricades.
Good payday for security.
David has machine guns
and Goliath is mute
Brendan is a law student also studying Philosophy and English Literature. He is a young poet with a deep passion for language and the emotional weight it carries.