8:28

20 June 2015

They were in tears

Some real and some fake

I saw that and laughed

Then I felt disgusted

They said they were remorseful for that farce

To score 32 own goals is phenomenal

They cried only for themselves

For fear of reprimand from their masters

But they should have known better

Tears are no use to their masters

Neither sweat nor blood

I sigh

If crying can bring us democracy

I will cry you a river

Even without 87 rounds of tear gas