Riot

The bowl of patience is filled up
The brim spewing more than the belly of the collecting cup
Causing the spillage of discontent and anger
Dressing men, women and children in danger

The wheels of disarray are starting to churn
The sun will have a few backs and clothes to burn.
When opinions collide a few homes will mourn
On the queue of celebration it is Chaos's turn.

When the table has defied the compass's direction to a new path
When hearts choose cold over warmth
Left is choosing between devil's offering
All options with their own accompanying sting

"Easy does it" they say
"But sometimes crazy does it better"

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