Poetry of sorts

Violence

There's banging,
their screaming.
Banging off the walls,
floods somehow pouring out,
as something hits the halls.

Well isn't this awful,
can't even think.
Somehow I'm still here,
figuring out this thing.

But would you look at this!
Chaos everywhere,
including within our walls.
Yells echoing down the halls.

We're breaking and falling,
as one of us are balling,
but no one takes the fall,
as one of us cry asleep,
despising us all.

Would you look here,
in all this agony.
Lies fear,
where there's no one capable of cheer.

Anyone reading this during the time of the situation,
please stay safe.