The Beginning of the End?

With the smoke rising and hearts burning
Behind this haze we see more rubble
A petrol bomb shoots across the heavens
Like a cannon…


A thud of footsteps reaches my ears
Closer, closer, it’s coming closer…
A mass of black attire dives across the street
Bikes dragged in a battlefield
Formed by this social division
A fire burning in their eyes
And the windows give way
The building lights up in flames
Flames of an unleashed greed
The howls of wolves travels
Down Market Street
A man jumps out
Seconds have saved him
From a fiery death
But he senses this not
Whilst he eyes what isn’t his
They dart down the path to hell
To flee from retribution
As the rhythmic march of the feds
Reaches their ears
Resuming their game of cat and mouse