Run Amok

Palpable hatred makes your nostrils seethe As you inhale all the imagined wrongs Grounded in ignorance And no reality A match is struck Martyrs are made And fools are kings Grievances run wild Fed by even more vengeful sins The place is ablaze The rioting season has begun Who will outlive This bellicose insanity That is but an implosion of ill-will? The place is raised to the ground The calm before Did not exist As bold they were Who stirred the umbrage That overruns the place A comedy of errors A slap in the face The flames consume all around History will laugh As we now cry With ignorant disdain Rights become wrongs Wrongs become rights Troubles brew It's a grim sight The charred ruins smoulder This friction is not new A caustic brew of simmering rage Mixed with distrustful interaction Society disintegrates A cauldron full of hate All around is covered in ash Is this the way to build humanity? Rising up in Don Quixote style May relieve tensions now As our restless energy Is temporarily spent What of the never fading seething discontent? The world can be turned upside down So easily Thankfully not too frequently