Here's something a friend wrote. I am her first publisher!
The red lights blazed across the inky black sky-a devilish concoction
Down on the street the mobs swarmed out in hoardes
Painted faces, macabre masks
Loud banners screaming freedom
there was nothing subtle about this independence
A stupid boy raised his voice above the blaring horns
Are we really free he asked a sea of callous faces
They shoved him, pushed him, pulled out his unstained shirt
Another aberration with the order of chaos
Traitor Traitor-the crowd rose to a crescendo
they read out his order of execution -the justice of the mob
The neon lights blazed brighter-
the devil loved the stench of human blood
-- RR
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