you (criminal) lost me, my attention (so long), respect (sayonara/farewell)
failing though it was, it was there
behind my eye, fizzled out, dulled (snuffled out by your ugly repugnancy)
that flicker of interest, the spark
the moment you assessed and judged (a group of people based on soloists)
decided to issue your own injustice
that "they, those people" deserved (had it coming, the dogs that they are)
cruel accountability and punishment
the moment you chose to raise a fist (petrol bomb, hammer, terrorist spirit)
it's not civil duty or just protest
your inhumane arrogance, ignorance (driven by blind loyalty to the idiots)
there's no just cause in ransacking
the home, workplace or holy building (with brutal mob mentality and tactics)
of anyone, whether guilty or innocent
Colour of skin and sexual preference (freedom of speech is not free for all)
gender, religion and really anything
that makes us a beautiful community (though you taint it with filth your kind)
of diverse and unique individuals
should never answer the question (not that you ever really asked any at all)
why violence and hatred are "allowed"
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Wasn't what I intended to publish next, but after a week and counting of unrest, violence, rioting...it all came out.
Read Rachel Deeming's Riot! micro and was inspired:
It also seems to go well with my latest fiction piece:
For something more cheerful:
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Paul Stewart
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