what happened to the riots?
the outrage and outpouring of passion?
flowing blood red from the crimson throat the people
i long to feel that way
i ache to rant and rave and tear down the stars
i want to hit life like a strong blow to the chest and live an after taste that will never let them forget
i want to leave them stinging like salt on open wounds and play cat's cradle with the exposed nerves of the establishment
i want to seize the uneducated by the neck and shake them until they realize or crumble
give me a purpose
give me a cause
give me a reason to live and if need be a reason to die
an idea to raise up for
to stand fist raised in defiance
something to defend
something to offend for
something with unshakable roots that has unmistakable meaning
give me PURPOSE or give me DEATH