The thump, thump, thump
of batons against plastic shields;
the silence of soldiers and police
doing up buttons on their shirts.

The rummaging of politicians
shuffling pieces of paper
on their desks before they rise
to justify the indefensible.

The muffled cries of protesters
who lie bleeding in the gutters
while the tears of their children
splash on to agonized faces.

These are the sounds I hear
and yet I am deaf.
You can’t see the injustice
because you are blind.

Written 2010 not published