The World: Face of Oppression
We stood on the monument
In the middle of the square.
A peaceful protest was our intent,
Which would be ended with a prayer.
Atop the tower of democracy,
We heard the bells of freedom ringing.
We had visions of equality.
Hand in hand, were singing.
Then came the silence
At the sound of soldiers marching.
Moreover, foreshadowing violence
Were the sounds of dogs barking.
There was tension in the air,
And the crowd began to grumble.
We asked, “How could they dare?”
As we heard the tanks rumble.
“They are just trying to scare us!”
Yelled someone in the crowd.
“This protest is a must!
We cannot afford to back down!”
“Before things get worse,”
Rang out a voice over the horn,
“This mob must disperse.
All of you have been warned.”
“We shall not be oppressed
By a few men in power,”
One woman stressed,
“For this is freedom’s hour!”
And with that statement
The soldiers began to advance.
And after that moment,
The citizens didn’t have a chance.
At first, powerful streams of water
Were directed into the mass.
We later heard the blast of mortars,
And felt the sting of tear gas.
The army indiscriminately fired
Upon hundreds of men and women.
The officials conversely conspired
To do harm to unarmed children.
The slaughter was finally ceased
After hundreds of people had died.
Many of our leaders were seized,
And many were forced to hide.
The government would attempt to deny
The events that had taken place.
To the world, they would lie
And reveal another face.
But freedom will forever endure,
And people will continue to fight.
Hence, the world can be sure
That the truth will come to light.
by Phillip McCullough Jr.
This poem was first inspired by the images that I viewed of the Chinese people fighting for freedom at Tiananmen Square, but resistance to tyranny and oppression is universal.