Living Riot

bywakingDown©

Too many faces filled with hate
Slavering jaws and void filled eyes
Teeth gnashing and red in shouts

The press of bodies like a wall
Living barrier sprinting closer
Stink of sweat and blood and fear

A cloud of fists waving high
Knuckles raw and grimed fresh
Ready to hammer yet again

Rolling thunder rumble of feet
The shaking wake of the stampede
Felt in the guts while heard

Impossible mob hive mind buzz
Driving the worst of the violence
Blank and automatic in the moment

Crushing as it courses and flexes
A spasmodic and unpredictable beast
Born of fear and discontent over ages

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