Recipe For Protest


Take signs, matches, and anger
Combine it with loud and roaring marches on the pavement
The police like owls watching your every move
Chop with a knife until you see groups torn apart by the police
Throw in tear gas
And the BOOM from grenades crowding your ears
Fry in a skillet at 500 degrees
Until you start to see people falling on their knees
The gas choking their insides
You can tell it’s done when everyone is running away
Like a bull stampede right before your eyes
Let stand until the air has cleared
You’ll see the people who couldn’t make it out
Panic arising from their faces
The iron steel of the handcuffs piercing their wrist
Slice and serve to the people wondering did this change a single thing

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