Riots
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Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay
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© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
“When the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
Walter Headley, 1967
“The past is not dead. It is not even past!”
A scourge of white rats
Foul, diseased
Intent on destroying everything in their path
And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil
They have been waiting...
Watching.
For years
A riot is the language of the unheard
The unheard wants justice
Law making is the language of the ruthless
The ruthless cannot be trusted
Our government is very corrupt
What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days.
Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
Scarecrow and lion
Tin Man too
Side by side
All in awe
Too much dust
Not enough water
Covered up truths
Buried under evil
My identity is being erased
Slowly dissolved until all that’s left,
Is social debate and controversy
I am dismantled, disfigured, disgraced
You stomp on my dignity
And make jokes of my body
We want to see these black boys fly
Cops rather see these black boys die
Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
What are we doing?....What have we become?
We’re just gang banging…
Lampin’: Hanging out under a street-light, on gangsta turf
waitin’ for a Ghetto Star: A top street drug dealer
