The Mob

Hunters become hunted The hunted become lost Hearts get clouded In a permanent frost Rules are rules Rules to be adhered Thoughts put to standby Hearts to be cleared Pleas on deaf ears Integrity dissolved All hands now stained Intelligence devolved A river of anger rages Non against the flow 'Kill them, Gut them' Hypocrisy at its best Justice a forgotten quest Judgment passed on rumour Evil breeds… A black cancerous tumour