And the smoke rises,
doing nothing to hide
the growing mob
The rising tide of chaotic fury
A wall of black,
of bulletproof vests and shields,
struggles to stay upright
against the furious wave
Anger, rolling through the streets
Broken windows, their only remains
are the crimson-soaked shards
Storm the stores, fight to steal
E V E R Y T H I N G
Fight for the right to scream
and be heard
T
e
a
r
gas
and regretful bullets
Pierce the rising cloud of smoke
Which does nothing to hide
the growing tide of rebellion.