The mob

Blood thirsty, and full of rage
hate and anger clouds the mind
vicious animals out of the cage
peace and harmony left behind

daggers appear in blood shot eyes
fists clenching with thoughts of pain
machines fueled by deceitful lies
fights for justice again and again

angry faces, full of hateful frowns
with tools to do damage to all
they stretch across, cities and towns
waiting for the mighty to fall

hopes are lost, along with lives
happiness lies dead in the dirt
now only fury and wrath survives
nothing easing their sorrow and hurt

peace not an option, thrown away
as they march with fire in hand
ever nearing to-wards their prey
as they cross this sinful land