Best Riots Poems
Liberty Hall
The halls are packed with Liberty,
She cries FREEDOM on the streets.
The halls are packed with Liberty,
The children forgo their sweets.
Let's have a Ball
Smash and grab, fire asunder
Take what you can, who cares!
Come on people, lets' plunder,
Don't worry about the stares.
It's your Call
Hey coppers, we're over here,
What are you going to do in blue?
Like Goliath you have the spear
But we have our stones too.
England's Fall
Forever England, forever scarred,
A scared community up in arms,
Houses burnt, vehicles charred,
Come citizens, sound the alarm.
Murdered All
Standing up for justice,
Protecting innocent blood,
"That's when the motorist
Ran them over m'lud".
England's Rise
To arms people of England
And bring your brooms to sweep
Up those in the gutter and
Take them off to the Keep
It's Our Call
We'll clear our streets of chard
Of glass and wash away the blood.
We know that recession hits you hard
And poverty's doors opened the flood.
The PM's Call
To those of you who caused this pain
I say to you again and again;
"We shall seek you out, bang on your door
To prison you'll go and join the score."
The Rioters Ball.
To the party the hoodies went
Headline news and infamy gained,
Lusted and busted, their energy spent
Their futures ordained and chained.
Whitehall
The doors of power convened in suit
And Judgement Day sprang to life.
Murmurings and guffaws of repute
Resonated like Churchillian days of rife.
Categories:
riots, judgement,
Form:
Lyric
Chaos and riots
Epidemics and wars
Confusion like tornado hurricane
Confinement, speechless, quiet, calm, rest and unspoken words
However people are drowned in the sounds of nature
Rattle of the rain
Whizzing of the wind
Rustling of the leaves
Wheedling of the birds
Chirping of the crickets
Echoing in the caves, jungles and mountains
Roaring of the sea
Murmuring of the stream
Buzzing of the bees
Hissing of the snake
Quacking of the ducks
Mooing of the cows
Woofing of the dogs
Groaning of the sick
Wheezing of the lungs
Humming of a lullaby
Grumbling of the oldies
Mourning of the dead
Sighing of the loser
Applause of the winner
Any other voices may be drowned
During this political, economic and epidemic crisis
Stay speechless ,calm and cool
As the ushering in of the Chinese New Year
Looking forward to a better year
Only melodies but no blasting or booming
Maybe some sounds buried in the wind
That's the voice of your heart
Stop violation, politicking, trafficking and hegemony
As the world
Is a part of everybody's legacy in a will
Although all along the world is speechless and unspoken
Categories:
riots, confusion, heart, nature, sound,
Form:
Free verse
For
eternal spring
Is this
War
Blood smeared
Streets
Souls
Insanity
Proclaimed the
Messiah
Prophet
Of peace
The crowd
Cheers
And
I
Am lost
Alone?
Categories:
riots, 9th grade, abuse, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
I met you outside a ransacked footlocker
Your fingers touched mine, entwined
As we pushed a Tesco’s trolley
Through the window
Shards of broken glass fell upon your shoulders
And into your hoodie
Like glistening amethysts
Flecked in their reflected hearts
With the blood orange glint
Of burning shops and perfect hatred
I bent down
And offered you
A single perfect red trainer
Its lace a thorned stem
We were alone on the planet in that moment
Our faces obscure behind football scarves
But our sated purpose eloquently screamed from our eyes – destruction obtuse and divine
If I had never known a love
Or known what a life with love can be
I knew it then as we were dragged away together by our hair
And smashed
By special constables
And smashed
Our landscape is empty, and we share it bitterly
But the strength of the convictions you gift us
Has led us to this demonstration of how powerfully
And how singularly
We love each other
And detest
You
Categories:
riots, love, love, planet,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Looking back on those tumultuous summers
from nineteen sixty-five through sixty-eight:
Recalling
Harlem and Newark
Detroit and Chicago
Watts and even LA--
Young folks have asked me, Could JFK have saved the day?
Here is my answer
Don't know if it's right
After all I'm an outsider, I'm white
Yet it seems to me...
LBJ's civil rights legislation
somehow, one way or another
failed miserably in its implementation
~ igniting 'uncivil riots' conflagrations.
Categories:
riots, chicago, conflict, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
the soul perfected in originality
strengthened by divinity
of a new born baby
whose first cry
came with full might
from the window of a dark room.
the same soul, years after
darkened
by glare of worldly matters
akin to an avidful pursuit
of a rat in an alley,
rested on the pale faces
being snatched of humanity
it was the mosaic of
these dark souls
that showed
human’s wicked weapon
blunt and rusted for years
sharpened yet again
for political measures.
Narinder
Categories:
riots, community, lust, sad,
Form:
Free verse
You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?
The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded with suspiciousness.
Whisper to them over breakfast and slowly introduce corrosive dissonance; outright lie to them at dinner,salting in some truth for spicy antithesis.
Those who run the country are up to something mischievous; their lives, their fine America, have been eroding with precipitance.
Remember empowered yesterdays with a sad and tearful wistfulness; twist the needs and rights of others with pernicious lies and maliciousness.
Invest their government with conspiracy and its policies with wickedness. Remind your audience that freedom was torn from kings by well-armed militias.
Introduce the savior as a shining instrument of religiousness; defend his faults as small and frivolous and his right to rule as unambiguous.
When shocking reality dares assert itself, denials must be vicious and officious.
A rescue mission must be launched and certainly they must be participants; banners from the gift shop will form a team identity and a certain moral equivalence.
The leader will whip the angry crowd, stoking resentment with fabricated incidents, swearing, “I will be with you on this great crusade and you will be my instruments”
As the mob storms off he will slink away; he was only there for stimulus.
Hear the old republic creak as the President flexes his insolence; he’s seen that no blame can touch him, so he’s filled with proud ambivalence.
What will it take to rein him in? What kind of obvious stimulant, with thousands already dying every day and our society marbled with brittleness?
Categories:
riots, 11th grade, anger, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
As Nissan cars drove through the bars they picked up Jesus who yelled out to
the populous HEY LOOK AT ME I’M FREE! And he was free to and God said
check in later, but go be who you want to be. Society cried for the souls they lost
wondering at what cost and the billboards lied and the fire hydrants said come
inside it is safe we will protect you from the fire and all the while I wondered why
you didn’t open your mind to find out what was real and what was feral and they
said with their pretty hair, their arms bare they’re faces full of fake care, eyes
wondering who was over there and are we safe in this place, she’s to wild for us,
we’ve had enough she’s crazy you see she knows who we will be we would
rather follow what they say instead of think! and the flowers screamed YOU
NEED A SHRINK but no one listened because we could only hear and feel so we
fell over in pain and it started to rain all the same and the droplets hit the ground
bursting into anger and hate it drew out our fate cracked the concrete as it fell
and dripped poison into the well. It’s a hard rain she screamed. ATOMIC RAIN!
Society screamed. NUCLEAR RAIN! they yelled and ran crashing into one
another over reacting once again over analyzing all the same and we watched in
shock as the riots were fought and in a whisper I heard the wind zoom by my ear
and suddenly I could feel right in wrong very strong but I forgot it the next day and I
forgot how to read and to write and spell and I forgot how to speak and to feel
and smell and it wasn’t until I forgot how to think how to open my mind how to
see what could rhyme what was fine and then my eyes glazed over and I broke
the window in front of me so I could see what I wanted to steal was not real just
tubes and spark plugs that would make my life empty but my mind was so
closed and my eyes so open that there was nothing left to tell me the truth so I
joined the acid rain riots and all became quiet. The end of the world took place
that day but we all keep living that exact same way.
Categories:
riots, philosophy, me, rain, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Fighting, looting everywhere,
Burning the shops now and then,
Causing harm to people for no rhyme and reason.
And thus,
'riots is caused at any season.
Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere,
No peace only war.
Cries and Pains now and then ,
Where is the Love gone?
Put an end to this feeling .
Lets be friends and no more enemies.
Lets our generation grow with love,
And
Therefore riots wont cause at any season.
Categories:
riots, angst, death, loss,
Form:
Narrative
Massive strikes in Germany
Burning tires in France
Drummers pound out a war dance
But please do not worry
Real change can't be hurried
Except with a large cash advance
Categories:
riots, change, conflict, giggle, money,
Form:
Rhyme
The smell is overpowering
My lungs, screaming for one
for just one
breath of fresh air
With prayers unanswered,
They are engulfed in
yet another load
of these odorous toxins
The odorous toxins
of humanity
Being burnt to the crisp
While communities start
blaming one another
Turning on one another
The powers encouraging the riots
Where are they?
Those powers?
Where are they when we need them most?
Hiding away
Protected by the security of money
Our country's money
My country's money
That they stole!
How could they do that?
And leave us to fight for ourselves?
They are meant to be saving us
But why are they not?
Why they are not;
Why would they fight for something
That has no effect on them
It's not like it's their job to protect us anyway
Categories:
riots, anger, corruption, emotions, rights,
Form:
Free verse
Just a Thought (drones and riots)
In Waziristan, a tiny Pakistani town, a drone hit its target.
The collateral damage... several children killed.
This incident happened about the same time as riot struck
London after an armed loser was shot by the police.
A few building were torched and many shops were looted
and trivial items like trainers and TV were stolen.
In Waziristan the drone was dropped by murderous fools
the riot in London was done by the hopelessly inadequate.
Categories:
riots, satire,
Form:
Blank verse
Turmoil Soup:
by M. Griswold 09112020
Stirring the pot until fully hot.
Bringing the turmoil to it's boil.
Then to see what is and is not.
Add to the broth a li'l bit of oil.
Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.
Tasting now with ladle in hand.
Sipping again for flavored desire.
Is the soup well made as planned?
Is it ready, it is truly fully dire?
Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.
Other ingredients are in the need.
A tad more hate and pinch of fear.
With a little lust for power to feed.
One more death that makes it clear.
Add a li'l more fuel to the fire.
It's all in how you get them stewing.
Until their ready to dish up a friend.
A peoples riot is within it's brewing.
Creating turmoil soup without an end.
Categories:
riots, america, anger, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Old friend Democracy
There you are again
Finally
We thought you might have left us
Forever
Breathe
God Almighty
Breathe from your knee
And rise for every one
Like a black statue of liberty
Over the old ways of Confederacy
Put away
The power that rules
The gangland world.
Inhale the air and take our fear
Exhale a new century of equity
Release a revolution of new riches
Made of healing and advancing
All
A cosmic rainbow of color
Arcing
Over the wheat fields to the steel cities
A baby’s coo from her mother’s cradle
Born from where the sun begins
Wrists slipped from shackles
Voices loosed from nooses
Boots lifted from the backs of necks
Soot cleaned from Mother Earth
Democracy
Rise from your knee again
Breathe
Breathe
A familiar kind of destiny.
To be free. To be free. To be free.
Categories:
riots, america, dream, encouraging, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Again it’s time to set some cars on fire
To smash some windows shouting out obsceneties
With Paris riots on TV you can’t get tired
Like trashy sequels of the Chaplin’s comedies
The action breaks down into episodes and gags
The crowd goes berserk with animation
They look quite serious, young lions and old fags
Rugged protesters, conscience of the nation
But don’t be fooled, it’s just the way they live
Traditional amusement, if you like
With little compensation they forgive
Until its time to start another strike
It was dramatic, till the fireworks began
Then water cannons jets endorse the celebration
Its Paris riots, open up your beer can
Sit back and watch the show of exaltation.
Categories:
riots, political, society, sometimes,
Form:
Rhyme