The rhythmic thud of drops on my yellow umbrella
Above me the clear sunny late September sky
Fear and anger whelm up within me
cries of horror echo in the air
tear gas showering through the sky
disrupts the once peaceful crowd

Sprinting through grey hazy clouded roads
I feel my oesophagus contract
tears running down my cheeks
despair rises with agitation

The police- our fathers, our brothers, our friends
turn now upon us
vows “to serve and protect” are broken
Yet together we, the people, stand
“Unity” we sing

Umbrellas, our only protection
No longer shield us from rain 
but from weapons 
Unarmed we stand
Under umbrellas