The Uprising

They were two like this-Living,
Then these ones start something,
Others sitting, staring-watching,
Another walking in-Marching
These ones too listening scribbling-Writing,
Enjoying conflict reporting-
-and then the wailing
-the incessant screaming
-the continuous crying.

Somewhere others are running,
In futility escaping-Fleeing,
Tired of meeting and seeing-
Horror of the dead and dying

Like an opera the music is slaying

This is an introduction only the beginning
As another engine warms
At stand by studying the happening
Conspiring antics fit for financing
From the people pocket an inquiry-A meeting
To legalize illegal
Support the craft of hefty corrupting
The discussing lengthened for nothing
Until the interlocutors thirst-
And begin quenching-
Exorbitantly spending and vaguely listen
To a gradual escalation
Of a crisis Uprising.