The fires are burning
A city is churning
Traffic is at a halt
Turmoil runs on the street
The slapping of peoples' feet
Screams and wails of injustice break the night
Everyone is waving signs fists clenched ready for a fight
Police risk their lives to calm the storm
Melancholy grips the throat of a town that's torn
Violence and vandals run the streets of peaceful protest
What can be gained by the unrest
Ignorant and angry yells of prejudice and injustice rape the night's silence
This is the war cry of our society
People who have never experienced either march
Brand name clothing shield them from the nights breath
Brand new kicks and plump painted lips
March with signs and rocks
A city burns this night because of the privileged
People who have never know hunger or cold
Did they stop to cloth the homeless they marched pass
The homeless trying to stay in shelter
While the city burns and people run helter-skelter
Flannel and bearded fan boys unite for a cause
And the city burns looted, destroyed, and violated by the people screaming brutality.
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Ink & Tears
PoezieThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
