Bricks with wings?

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28353-0133
United States
34° 46' 12" N, 79° 27' 36" W

Bricks flying like they were granted the gift of wings

The smell of smoke fill my lungs and they sting

The looting wont stop till the metaphorical fat women sings

Chaos is the theme music for this up rising.

 

 

One mans death can cause such a disturbance?

How can people act like they were brought up in a circus?

If this is how you’re going to act then I begin to get nervous

Your actions are a burden and the outcome is less then worthless

 

 

Where do these behaviors even stem?

If you don’t like the way things are then get out and change them

Because acting like animals is something I condemn

With peaceful protests you take a bad thing and you polish it into a bright and shinning gem.

 

 

Your beliefs are important and so are mine. 

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