Tiananmen Square 1989
A lone man stands
In front of a line of tanks
Is he mad?
Already hundreds perhaps thousands
Have been killed in months
Of protests.
He climbs up the tank
What does he say to those inside?
When he is on the ground again
The first tank maneuvers
To go around.
He moves to block it.
For a moment his steadfast resistance
Creates a stalemate
Then he is whisked away
The watching world breathes again
But cannot forget the
Man in Tiananmen Square
Who stood fast
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He was, indeed, outstanding…
I remember well. Never to forget. Thanks for writing this poem. It’s outstanding.