Angry Mobs

 Looking outside,
I see herds,
and angry mobs,
burning with rage,
so ignorant,
so hungry,
so blind,
searching for a leader,
awaiting orders,
seeking vengeance
for people unknown.
I see them marching,
roaring with anger,
killing everyone,
sometimes for almighty,
sometimes for the nation,
perhaps just for killing.
Ignoring the victims,
they march,
firing bullets,
Slaughtering more.
.
What defines endless?
The torment they unleash,
the fear they aspire,
flowing tears,
broken dreams,
the bullets,
the dead,
the wounded,
or their blood thirst.
.
Destruction followed,
people lay dead,
somewhere was their god,
begging for help,
tired but angry,
they still marched,
till nothing left protected,
nothing left to protect.
.
To them I say,
Run away,
find a hideout
don’t search for him
for I say it aloud
your god is dead.
and you unprotected,
a bullet knows your name,
death sees you,
your kills await you.

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