Riot
The boiling blood
The steady flood
The sounds are smashing
Crashing
All around the people
Feeling feeble
Ask us why,
Why do so many have to die?
Can't you wear a mask?
Pass the flask.
I’m watching you burn
Waiting my turn
You won’t debate
This is our fate
To see two men fight
For what is our right
My life is on fire
This is a dire
Situation. For our world
Hurled
Into the blender of anger
Snakes and salamander
Burning, lying
Too many dying
This poem is about:
Our world