Factional Ethnocentrism Poem by Claude Simpson

The rays of Autumn emitted;
Sunlight breaking through the gray overcast,
To escape the chaos
Where several possibilities existed.

A flurry of activities....
Confusion, hustling and bustling,
Not a measure of order,
Just an unruly staging of ethnic parties.

Confusion sped like electricity;
A chaotic scene belied the danger...
A park crammed like a city
With craziness, disorder, madness and insanity.

Onlookers and attendants dispersed in the safest direction;
Seeking rescue from a terrible malfunction;
Running... balancing and reaching for stability;
Many staggering, stumbling drunkenly in confusion.

With everything seemed like an illusion;
Disturbances flared...an awkward situation!
Men, women, boys and girls all frightened and scared;
Victims of those who operationalize the crazy notion.