Frantically rioting for
rights,
hysterically forgetting about
future rights.
Control this,
control these,
**** - they ask -
could there ever be peace?
Forget the list;
useless destruction of the dungeon
hiding the white pigeons,
burying the treason.
The reach, walk on a beach,
the jobless,
wants to make them preach,
only causing a glitch.