My first Coup


Brooding, moody, thinking-he’s walking.
Fading, somewhat jaded-yet aspiring.
Perspiring, sees looting- then a shooting.
Rioting, shouting, touting loudly-a creed.
Talking, focusing, red light on-you see?
Reporting, covering, disbelieving-people bleed.
Firing, running, still holding-shaking lens.
Slipping, gasping-camera man is dead.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

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