Young White Men
Young, white men, smashing things up.
Mad means sad, under all the red crosses.
But what are they scared of?
Why are they running?
If riots are the language of the unheard; sounds like no one is listening?
What are they saying?
Who are the deaf?
Are there any magnets strong enough to bring words to the ears?
Maybe they fight for a past, not a revolution for the future?
Perhaps the mass is now a minority?
An endangered species, howling for its life.