Stuff for Stuffy Reasons of Stuffness

Beasts

Screams ran through the streets as shots peppered the air, piercing hole through screams in the air and people alike. A bottle was thrown overhead, set alight on the cloth mimicking a fuse sticking out of it's neck. Embers rained down on us as it collided with the ground, shattering glass and sending the liquid contents in every which direction only to burst in a bright flash of orange and yellow. The flames licked at the pavement hungrily, traveling with the force of the wind to engulf bodies in its searing heat.

The people, still yelling and screaming, scattered in the streets, forming groups and bundles only to merge once again into a tsunami of protest. Edging forward with their riot shields, the police never ceased barking commands at the people struggling to overcome the masses fighting for a cause long since lost to their eyes. One man, foolish or brave, it is hard to tell, broke free of the others to approach the oncoming law. Yelling as he ran forth, he violently waved a flag over his head, charging head on t the heavily armoured enforcers. Officers broke from formation,  whisking out their batons as they cautiously approached the hazardous man. One officer swung at the fast approaching man, hitting him in such a matter that he was flung to the ground by the force of the hit. But it wasn't enough.

Again and again the officers brought their over glorified sticks down upon the unarmed man until he was subdued to their satisfaction. The sight was horrible, the man shrivelled up on the cold cement the fertile position, his clothes stained with blood, caked in dust and ash from the wreckage he caused. More retaliated as a result to this outcome, resulting in more falling. Casualties rising, injuries growing in number. None would stop until the other surrendered None would stop until the other had been wiped out completely.

Animals. That's what they remind me of. Animals fighting over territory, leadership, anything. In my eyes, that is what they have become. Nothing but beasts acting on emotional instinct for their survival. And violence is their ultimatum.

Violent beasts, that's what we are. After all, doesn't our responses to conflict or controversy make what we are?