Protest Poem by Daniel Miltz

Protest everywhere in the fighting streets
Applauding with erected fingers call
Gypsy dancing in all the fighting fleets
Feeling beyond any doubt could change all

Stancing and whooping with numbness hooray
Without fulfillment re-satisfying
Social order in total disarray
Faces are turning, never stop crying

Yowling fierce, until the deadness excites
Tis the fire, that is say, the jubilee
Fuels the all screeching spirited lights
Thinking upon the way things it should be

In the end, the challenges they shall face
Won't run away, but instead they shall chase

© daniel miltz