It was a hot day of November,
warm of light faded when the day after.
I was sitting alone at the park reading newspaper.
As yesterday, my pain and screams, silently I remember.
Two people came around me who were dressing black leather.
Their face were look like police or something like soldier.
I was feeling their anger behind the sunglasses.
A little conversation started about university,
their curiosity were cold and dark.
It was about the secret communities.
They were kind at the beginning,
I told, I'm just a student of that university.
Then, I told seriously, I'm not involved about politics.
Of course they didn't believe,
I understood that from their mimics.