Yesterday, the police opened fire at the protesters and killed 19 people.

Today, the latest official numbers from the government speak of 30 dead and over 1000 injured treated in hospitals.

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.

Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.

Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.

He’s young; he hated war; how should he die

When cruel old campaigners win safe through?

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But death replied: “I choose him.” So he went,

And there was silence in the summer night;

Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.

Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.