I scream to the heavens…
The fires begin…
Another dead man…
On the ground…
Bleeding out…

They loot the local stores…
All the glass breaking out…
What’s it all for?…
What’s it all for?…

A cop gets hit..
Caught on fire…
Hear him burning…
As they take the street…

Exclusion zones…
More people get hurt…
It’s for a good cause they say…
We are the good guys they say…

Antifa, kills, Antifa burns…
They claim to be good…
As they kill another guy…
For what? For What?…

A man named Floyd?…
The cities in chaos…
It’s for a good cause…
Call them fascist they say…

Then we see more hurt…
More dead…
They justify their violence…
Is it a protest or a revolt…

They follow the evil…
That came before them…
No desent allowed…
And..no free speech either…

An Insurrection, called a riot…
What rights, none left…
As I scream to the heavens…
No ones left to hear…
My call…

The fires burn out..
The bodies litter the street…
Echos of my cry…
Move between the ruins and fade…
Then…
Silence is all that…
Remains…

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe