There Was a Roar, then Nothing

The madding crowd rallied
ropes on hand
ready to lynch
the next person
they thought
would disrupt their world

they roared their anger
at anything that moved
painted warts on innocents
sending them to the ducking pond
to see whether they would float
or simply sink

they pointed fingers
pushed and shoved
everyone was wrong
except themselves
bring out the torches
and the pitchfork
light the kindling
they slavered for a burning

a new day dawned
might stronger than theirs
quiet eyes, and ears
judgement did fall
the village square recalled
quiet reigned in disappointment
they dispersed muttering in anger
a roar or two, some single howls

Its quiet now
scribes hurry to write
the next chapter in their book
to continue history
of Hope
through perseverance
tenacity
and faith.