By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Itinerants roam the streets in mobs,
while authority lurks in shadows cold,
watching bleakly unrest evolve,
in change the folly of power, dissolved.
The cries of suffering, death and tragedy,
descend on life and innocence badly,
decisions to quash unwanted ends,
creating far worse pain, amends.
Too far the force of political will,
when children pay from cruelty still,
where death is just a cleaning measure,
to rid the streets of opposition displeasure.
Not force or might to quell the crowds,
but noxious gases amid screams abound,
with families torn, many lives are lost,
from heartless men without qualm or cost.
What have we come to, as human beings,
with such reckless spite and savage dreams,
to cut down weak and defenceless souls,
who did nothing but live with peace as a goal.
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