Makings
the makings of
a madwo/man
growls in the
crowd as the
coming violence
bursts from
piercing eyes of
pure anger &
hatred for the
mold they feel
that’s brought
them to this point
with all the
emotions at their
disposal focused on
one concise point
of which they
feel only they
understand &
a clenched fist
at their side---
claiming to be
original in their
ideas about where
to go from here,
claiming that this
time will be the
time for a strong
hand to take control,
claiming that with
power they & they
alone can & will
fix things, claiming
all things completely
insane under the guise
of a peaceful face
in the mass.
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