A man
was shot
Opening
old racial wounds.
Vultures
circled
Around
the still drying blood.
Setting
the internet ablaze
With
their preaching agendas
Driving
the media into a frenzy.
Like
magma bursting to the surface
Anger
flowed.
Anger
for injustices
Brought
on by the overzealous police.
Black
lives matter
Raise
your arms
Don’t
shoot
As
outrage yelled and looted
A
church burned
Under
the unrelenting mob.
A few
tried to calm the flames
They
tried to be the quenching rain
To
quell the fiery anger.
An old
soldier stood on the front lines
Speaking
reasonably
Telling
them to go home.
Saying
it isn’t worth the anger
Mothers
grabbed their children
Curfews
were placed
At
first there was little effect
Slowly
it began to build.
Cooler
voices grew louder
The
fires died
Cooling
the outrage
Into
peaceful protest.
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