The Riot

 

stern arms

like swords

pierce the air

with cause

 

rejecting

flattering tongues

the crumbs

 

we die because we lack

you die from overindulgence

 

so we fight

 

reduced to rags

sticks

stones

molotov cocktails

 

another tank on fire

 

 

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