Social Unrest Poem by Douglas McClarty

I cannot understand why you who worship
Them, who want you to suffer also, believe me
If you do not conform to their twisted ideology
You will become a victim or a dammed martyr

I have seen with my eyes the destruction
Watering eyes, bottles of fire thrown.
Feeling safe in the feral waring mass
Out of the gutter like rats they are vermin.

No thought for how the story ends
For the innocent who stand and stare
Like a bull attracted by a waving flag
They run like demented fools to the sword