History tells us
That coups are romantic
Tight breeches and open shirts
Flesh on display
But somehow historians
Seem to gloss over
The blood, guts and gore
Spilled as change rules the day
In marketplace, schoolroom
And under the blankets
The hard-headed, downtrodden
Protesters pray
For those seeking justice
Surrounded by forces
With too much to lose
To just give it away
