Best Riot Poems
Yesterday the trees were bare
Today tiny buds sprout everywhere
Bright flowers bloom within a day
Lilacs, daffodils, bluebells
Why wait for May
Spring bursts forth in a riot of color
If my tulips could speak
they’d whoop and holler
From Satan to the USA
Dear United States
You’ll soon be at Hells Gates.
I laugh as you cry.
You keep saying why?
The answers are in that Book, you don’t read.
I taught you that there is no need.
That’s okay I’m as crafty as they come,
First, I made you numb.
That was easy you see,
Once you invented the TV.
Oh, yea, that was smart.
You have become only couch art.
You could enjoy the outdoors the other Guy created,
Instead, I’ll fill your head with nonsense until your cremated.
You think athletes disrespect your country.
Why pay them so much to feel so crummy?
My battles are small, and I am patient.
This problem you now see is ancient.
It is not the rioters, or her, or him.
They are just doing what your schools taught them.
You could be more involved in your kid’s education,
But you are too busy for this action.
You had only one chance to field this with your glove.
For that, read the third stanza above.
I have been destroying the strongest Christian nation,
I started the day of its creation.
July 4, 1776.
Now you hate her, so you throw bricks.
Little by little, it is me dividing you.
Don’t love one another, just live without a clue.
Copyright © Robert Moore June 2020
RIOT
Palpable is change.
The Lord stated this in Psalms.
The world is in an arrest.
When change does manifest, what questions will we ask?
Palpability to change is a child mind’s eye.
She sees into the future and the past.
Her destiny will form as her life is discovered.
Reach for the moon to go beyond the clouds.
Inform the world that brutality is not allowed.
Offer a peaceful assembly to stop the violence.
This is to return peace to all of our lives.
The world is in an arrest.
When questions are not asked, many protest to express their frustration.
Police brutality is shown and communities demonstrate -
That hate is hate.
They march in the streets to display their distress.
Seeking justice and peace from social injustice.
Distinctive is togetherness and unity of thought.
The Lord stated in Psalms that change is palpable.
Reach for the moon to go beyond the clouds.
Inform the world that brutality is not allowed.
Offer a peaceful assembly to stop the violence.
This is to return peace to all of us - to all of our lives.
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Poetry Diva Ms. Verlena S. Walker
Penned May 12, 2015!
It was in eighteen eighty-six in the streets of Chicago,
where the greatest miscarriage of justice people would know
transpired in an infamous labor-police rendezvous.
Albert Parsons led eighty thousand people on revue.
The strikers marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue.
The Knights of Labor were sponsors for the work stoppage venue.
Demands for shorter work hours and no child labor were made.
This would be regarded as the world’s first May Day parade.
Thousands nationwide would join in with the activities
In the next few days, the striking workers stopped whole industries.
On the third, some strikers and police engaged in melees.
These actions resulted in two ill-fated fatalities.
The struggles also caused some severe hideous injuries.
The fights took place at the McCormick Harvester Company.
Many held the police for murderous culpability.
Organizers from the Knights of Labor held a mass rally
at the Haymarket in Chicago’s West Loop vicinity.
They would assemble there in the early part of May.
Thousands crowded there peacefully on the month’s fourth day.
Leaflets were passed noting the police for murder to the crowd
as anarchists urged the mobs to join forces and shout aloud.
A bomb thrown at the police catalyzed an altercation.
One officer was killed and others hurt in the explosion.
Matthias Degan was the officer fallen in duty.
Seven other policemen died later from an injury.
The police opened fire on the people immediately.
At least eleven of the strikers were shot at fatally.
Eight men stood trial for the death of police officer Degan.
They were Parsons, August Spies, George Engel, Samuel Fielden,
Adolf Fischer, Louis Lingg, Michael Schwab, and Oscar Neebe.
All eight were tried and found guilty by a judge and jury.
Neebe got fifteen years; the others got the death penalty.
Schwab and Fielden were commuted to life; then got clemency.
Lingg took his own life before his scheduled execution.
The remaining four men were hanged in public exhibition.
Since then, there have been enacted many labor reform laws
The men who died are considered martyrs to a noble cause.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this
poem.
You're not doing well,
Ya gotta lose weight;
Keep track of every particle
Of food on your plate.
Count calories obsessively,
Go on diets galore;
Don't even eat jello,
'Cuz "there's always room for more."
Drink water constantly
Eight bottles a day;
That'll surely take
Your appetite away.
Yet at the end of the day,
When all's said and done;
You lost one whole ounce,
Was that any fun?
Broke the door
Gotta Iphone4
A TV
Dvd
Laptop
I can't stop
Popped back in the shop
Ooh! ooh! another Iphone
Gotta go home
Cant carry any more
Me arms are gettin’ sore
But I think I can manage two more
So back into the store
For me 8month olds son a fluffy toy
And me 8year old a game boy
I think I will call it a day
Gotta home quick a and sell them on ebay.
*Bloody riots in London. When all the smoke settles who pays for it we do, the tax payer Bollocks.
Race Riot
Race Riots don’t start in Baltimore quiet
Silence is not what they seek
Innocence stripped naked in childhood
Oppression festers in neighborhoods disease
Not genetically engineered in labs
Pharmaceuticals have a hand some say
To fire the imagination, inflame bigotry
Revolutions begin in fear, form with the youth on streets
Young men find abuse as a way of life
No future, no truth of any use
Oppression germinates, grows in the dark like tar
Spreads on the heart contagious as black butter
The plague is far from over
It prays on black and white furious waters poison
Sour behavior feeds with flies and maggots, garbage and decay
Race riots take place silent in the mind at first
End in a pool of blood or something worse
Let’s throw a big spectacular bash.
And party with a smash and some flair.
Then we can grow a sexy moustache.
And party on our face with some hair.
Maybe we should just have a ball.
And party with black tie and a coat.
Then we can all just go out on a trawl.
And party with the waves on a boat.
How about we all hold a crazy riot.
And party with a shout and a scream.
Then we can all just be really quiet.
And party by ourselves in our dream.
Was it spontaneous?
Now I’m broken.
Was it worthwhile?
Because it’s permanently scarred.
Sorry?
Joy and love,
Consumed me, when I saw you.
Instead, the devilish grin you sent,
Put a dagger,
To my heart.
Blinded, was I.
For thinking, ‘blood is thicker than water.’
Yet, the soul is such an impeccable thing;
Even your own blood,
Can turn you over.
Thus in time, ‘we forgive and forget’
And we shan’t see face to face.
Why? You might ask.
I’m six under, with your dagger in my heart.
Set the scene
strike the slate
a plague befalls Rome this day
like the Gods bless the clouds to spew rain from its jaws
A hurricane of envy washes the city streets
already filthy with the foul stench of death and rotting flesh
The universe knows the tyranny of deceit, deception
lurking in the public, the Senate
all the twisted, despicable crimes we commit against our own brothers, our kin
and instead of burning this whole city to the ground
the universe glorifies and preserves this wasteland of corruption
Do you not see the blood permanently staining the walls, the welcoming street signs
Are you that blind to not notice the number of ill increase steadily
with every passing day, impossible
The riots paint the city vibrantly
a sea of red, orange, yellow; fire
outrages and cries of innocence ring out through the night
and disassembled limbs: arms, legs, fingers, toes, torsos, breasts, name it
and you shall find it in silent parts of the streets
I find myself chuckling while on the run
Here we are, considering ourselves the perfect society
righteous above all other yet we hold timid, sensual orgies in our very beds
in our beds, backyards, neighbors homes where we bury our beasts
we murder our political figures in chance to gain their riches
only to find ourselves shaking hands with them in the afterlife
poetic justice
Let the public decide but not these villainous savages, these savages...
If I had the opportunity to flee
to flee to Gaul, to flee to Hispania, to flee to the Alps
to escape my fate here
I'd gladly take it than to have a sword find its way through the back of my neck
because I am out of money to pay off the loans I have stacked up
A lonely beggar I am and a lonely beggar I now fall deceased
Gaius Lucian Alteranius
There’s a riot in the city,
And the spirit in control shout that “greed is good”.
So is this imposter telling me that innocent people stood,
Outside of their burning homes for the “good” of society?
The instigator of “reckless rioting”,
The dark midst over communities,
Is sowing the seed,
That its “good” to steal and want more than you need.
There’s a riot in the city,
And the mindless criminals are say the reason is “cause we can”,
Giving ludicrous excuses like they’re “taking a stand
For what is right”,
But answer me, how is it right to riot and set a row of cars alight?
The “good minded” youth of tomorrow on positive paths,
Are now associated with you cowards with scarfs,
Who will show no remorse when you wake up the next day to the aftermath.
There’s a riot in the city,
And everyone’s playing the “blame game”, saying, “It’s your fault”,
The nation blame the government and the government blame the police,
Who in turn blame the courts,
For not giving sentences that will make thieves quiver,
And yes, David Cameron is the Don of this “political mafia”,
But people, we must remember that he is human too,
And try to imagine what you would do,
If you were in his shoes.
The police have their hands tied,
Because every move they make is criticized nationwide.
And in all this mayhem,
I call out to God in Heaven,
Because, He’s the Only ne that can make this nation better,
And, He’s the Only One that can give us a great future,
I don’t think I can bear to see another home on fire,
I don’t think I can bear to see another family suffer,
I don’t think I can bear to hear, there’s been another murder,
We need to call on God and bring Him back into the picture.
I tell you innocence is stolen
a crime that's not reported but
i'll ask for it's return and paste
up home made flyers.
These drugs,money and power
collapse apon the tower
killing most ambitions
and there never seen again.
Temptations rose a plan
that rode on broken honors
that harassed all our fathers
and pushed them to an end.
The papers and the giants
those kings of under mining,
pilots who fly the dream
of dreamers.
and there never seen again.
Could i call you friend?
could i ever see your face
unveiled.
Stop playing pretend
this world is such a riot.
The stars are cold
and age never bids you well
we are all dying to get in
this world is such a riot.
Of mice or men they ask you
are you brave or just unsure?
would you walk across the fire
knowing just how bad it burns?
well they'll trick you with a smile
and a hand shake full of faith.
but they laugh the while inside
knowing you won't survive the break.
and the choir keeps on singing
it's celebratory graces.
as you march off to the
airplane. soon your
dreams will be departed.
and they grab you by the coat tails
just to make the message clear
that even before you start the dream
you won't make it out of here.
Could i call you friend?
could i ever see your face
unveiled.
Stop playing pretend
this world is such a riot.
The stars are cold
and age never bids you well
we are all dying to get in
this world is such a riot.
so take my hand but im unsure
of just how far we are going
but this world must never know
were the rebels in the riot.
so take my hand but im unsure
of just how bad this world is going
but this world must answer because we know
we are the rebels in the riot.
There once lived a huge, black bear named quiet
In the forest, he ate a bland diet
Never one to roar
He was such a bore
‘Til gobbling a troll, rousing a riot
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I know we could make it.
You’re bashful;
You grin with the innocence a temptress feigns,
Spouting out outrageous eyefuls
Of an open garden gate.
Prodding thoughts that tiptoe up to high heavens
And crack down like lightening,
Like bodies from buildings when they hit cement;
You are the long-lost riot I dreamt.
You take hot baths and listen to Bach and hide under the bed;
I sit at your feet and gawp up at you like you were unreachable,
A star in the dust overhead.
I know we could make it;
You and I go together like salt and wounds,
Like a moth and the moon,
Like spools to a loom.
You were the fall that came for me too soon.
I only write when I am at the tip of unsteady introspection,
And can see death from above.
I only care for you because you are the last person
I know I’ll ever love.
the mirrors and glasses can't help but falling
the tough and the mindless can't help but brawling
when earth's soul gapes through the looking glass
only pure spirits can protect it.