Riot Poem by Kevin Patrick

From the flickering screen to the eye of my eye of the world
I see the dance of old children around a ring of fire
They swarm downtown as ambassadors of Reichstag ghost
Piling debris of the streets into aluminum pyres
Where black smokes in vigor in the war of Childs play
Leading plagues of amber flames that erase all false remorse
Rehearse well for reason: say it's for losing the game
Guilt washed from their faces as they entertain a savage choir



Riot - ignites Pandora's Box of treats
Her final secret unwrapped the cellophane teats
Riot - assemble the horseman's chariot
Let them carpool in masse as they scourge Vancouver's streets




Two Escalades asphyxiate in pool charred embers
Smoke escapes from a nightmare in sky that foreign
Telephoned skyped from Kandahar province
You can't tell the difference between terrorist or prep kids
Accept their conflict is nothing in an armistice of leisure
We got rebels in khakis with orthopedic shoes
designer T shirts purchased at Steve and Berries
Fighting not for a faith but the apathy of youth
Guilt soaks their actions for their adolescent ways



Riot - assimilate the sheep into wolves
Packs run amuck when the shepherds fail to judge
Riot - Reflects the mirror of Shiva's Cloth
Creation bares marks for life's agents to Damage


Maybe they should use this chance
to march on City hall
Instead of using it as opportunity
to vandalize some luxury malls
Their making it a hell just to walk down the street
But they don't even bother to pick a fight with Harpers sheiks
Retaliate against the new Cons senate
or Joe Flaherty's austere amendments
Our nation crumbles to our leader's follies
But we have the Nikos in Molson Stanley Cup rebellion



Riot - Unleash the instincts of carnage
Dismember sobriety of middle class prostitution
Riot - Is the pivot of intelligent dissention
Mans brutish innate instincts, without the makeup of etiquette




I watch this carnage, married to a plasma screen
and I look outside my blinds to French windows to see
Faces of neighbors mowing lawns and trimming hedges'
And I Wonder how far it takes for them to jump from the ledges
Into the sea of anarchy, destitution has know lessons
When we purchase damnation through our insolvent actions
I turn inwards and feel secure, solitude and keep the mind pure


For the only miracle I've believe
is man's not dead from an Atom bomb bee
The only prayer I will ever make
Is to hang the bloody race from sycamore tree
Riots destroy and Riots demolish,
the being of human that falls entombed to the furnace