Dancing With Fools
When someone steals from a store, and strong arms the owner…
When he walks down the middle of the street, daring others to stop him.
When he wants to stop traffic by blocking the streets… he is a fool.
He’s a Bully and Thug, those who follow him are: nothing but fools.
When others follow him and destroy a community, they are thugs.
They are nothing but criminals, marking and claiming their territory.
When the police stand by allowing them to loot, and burn stores…
Remember: If you dance with fools, be careful, you don’t become one.
Thugs destroy communities, to give them free reign, makes you a fool.
Letting the storeowners lose every thing… makes the police fools.
Watching them destroy more stores and to walk away with alcohol…
Letting them celebrate, burn, and loot, all night long, then police are fools.
To cordon them off is not enough, put them where they belong… in jail.
Remember: Dance with fools, and be careful, you do not become one.
Those stores keep your community alive; their taxes pay police salaries.
Those stores feed families… The good people will quickly leave.
When the community is an empty shell… Then who are the fools?
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