In honor of _____. I left it blank 'cause I'll need it next year
'Bile Rising in the stomachs of those who were convinced there would be justice.
flames rising from the sparks we thought were extinguished in 1992.
Every generation experiencing a new reason to revolt.
Rage is incandescent
Pulsing. Palpitating. Heaving
shallow breaths of those with kindling. 
With gasoline
With gunpowder
Of those who thought there would be justice.
The sonic boom of triggers 
audible bloodlust
Tongues spitting 
Fingers pulling
Eyes weeping
Nations that believed there would be justice
Cursing God for the verdicts
Of then
And now
But baby, even God is pissed.
As are the twenty something revolutionaries
Roaming streets
Behind a computer 
Teenaged twitterings
Of those demanding justice.
Closure
For the red Rorschach blot left on concrete.