And stepping through the sound street
I see the people siding free
Despite the very yesterday the justice politics
The others made to kneel
In front of, underneath, under
The Sword that’s common,
But there’s forgotten one to add:
For those who’re ruled with columns —
And kneeling-stepping through the silent square
Where souls screamed the very yesterday
I see the stage to stare
That’s set to look, and not to interfere