All I hear is screaming,
A cold blooded scream that can only mean,
Terror,
Murder,
And horror.
I hear the yelling,
That bangs against my skull,
People holding their fists up high.
They keep protesting,
Complaining how the world has messed up.
Protesters yelling,
Making a scene,
And causing violence that corrupts,
Poor children.
I hate riots,
Because they show people,
How fucked up the world is.
Like a civil war between,
People who think one thing,
And people who think another,
They complain about how bad their lives are,
When there are people,
On the other side of the world,
Who have it worse.
That is why I hate riots,
They are mostly just people,
Taking what they have for granted.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
