An Everyday Occurrence

The mob arrived sometime before two.
A fierce and frenzied thing, devoid
Of thought, it had the house encircled
As it cried for...what? For justice or for
Vengeance? Both. The windows on all
Sides were smashed and torches thrown
Within. A man and woman, and their
Children, too afraid to go outside,
Were burned to death, their screams
Ignored, unheard by those who roared
And chanted. In due time, the mob
Moved on, dispersed. Its members
Wandered home, and, having acted
Without thinking, never subsequently
Thought about what they had done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-16 at 20:50

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