Chatterly

I remember,
    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.
I fel