Out For Blood

The yowling mob will have its due.

A march assembling within its cynical

tight circle the proud victims relishing

their status granting them the entitled

position of extorting support from

those whose ancestors demeaned and

persecuted their predecessors in a world

divided by emerging wealth and rudely

effective technology requiring the fixed

labour of hapless slaves whose lives

could be terminated on hints of defiance. 

Leading to a marginalized and ultimately

infantalized outcome few escaped to

realize they could become masters of

their own destiny who now view the

greater portion with dismayed disdain

a rabble of which nothing is expected and

whose outcomes have met that standard.

Their numbers and ferocity of resentment

even while clinging to victimhood exert

an empathetic shiver of guilt upon those

they named 'the man'. Intimidated and

angst-ridden who see peaceful dissent

in aggravated demands where reality

recognizes blame, threats and violence.

Demanding justice illogically calls upon 

law and order to recognize its fault lines

as the assemblies of disorder fraught

with rage and hatred launch their varied

remedies at lack of justice, through

mayhem, beatings, looting, and the

inchoate desire to mete out carnage.