Riot Poem by Tony B.B.

Riot



You will be trampled under black combat boots,
Your face pinned up and bloodied against concrete walls
As you leave your crimson mark on the world.
You will be intimidated by guns, bats, shields and gasses.
They with their many masked helmets.
You with your bandanas.
They are bulletproof
And you are not.
But both parties are equally as hesitant.
So as you remove your cloths giving faces to this rebellion,
Stuffing any flammable material into bottles of alcohol and petrol
Ignition, the only ingredient left. The perfect garnish to this cocktail
Remember that they are only men and women under uniforms
Struggling to pay bills and feed mouths.
You didn’t save the world today.
You came nowhere close.

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