The Gas, The Spark The War Poem by The silent Poet

The gas quick, act,
wait no, let it simmer,
let the cauldron bubble,
because we have not a thing to live for,
why not enjoy the trouble?
Run, Smash, Loot,
Steal and Burn,
We riot in the streets,
To no authority we submit,
We rob the people we meet,
Shout, intimidate,
Maybe Fight,
The officers of the law,
prehaps then you will hear our voice,
you've tried long to ignore,
daylight now,
so we enter the high street,
innocent to the naked eye,
you stand among us
you listen in, and,
believe our vacant lies,
as-we reflect on,
what we've done,
can we really condone the violence?
NO!
But what we must have now,
Is a voice to end the silence.