All around scared, to hear the clack, clack, clack,
countless brick-bats thrown in fury, unguided missiles,
shouting of enraged sentiments to shock the savagery,
a day, running through streets amidst firing ablaze.
People's protest as a real strong hubbub feeling,
a move towards real perceived grievances concerned,
in state of extreme anger shown in drunken distrust,
screaming sounds in distasteful disagreed discontent.
Too much henpecked forces to control mob schizophrenia
clinging to raise inner wavy temperatures unknowingly,
a feeling afterwards resentment, the loss only gives us
tense muscles, a headache, sour jaws of tightened teeth.
Everyone has a right to anger, does not want even to tell
anyone about he should not be nice, may be something wrong,
no question of looking back, no thinking of a fear to life,
only an inebriation to show consequences causing brutality.
Author notes
Picture Prompt
CREDIT ARTIST: REUTERS/John Kolesidis
A contest entry
- Picture prompt Contest...semi-quickie by TwilightDazzles.
700 points, ended December 26, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I wonderful right and very well composed poem
worthy of a gold!
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This is a superb write for the picture. You capture the scene or rioting so well. The imagery and emotion is amazing. I also enjoyed the subtle alliteration Thanks for taking the time to enter and best wishes in the contest
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