Harboring Hate Unjustly: An Anvil

Enjoying all the protests - communities unraveling - a rhyming poem.

Collective souls in unity promoting age old pride,
Buried in morality, signaling their side;
Violence does betray them, a cause of just unrest,
They juxtapose humanity with shame they do detest.

Vessels navigate a course, sturdy hulls existing.
Much like oceans pound their waves, humans are enlisting.
Topsy-turvy, claiming losses shall not be forgiven.
A timing that’s delusional for storylines so driven.

Vowing that true justice sought hangs above the clouds,
Darkness feels like innocence, fateful are these crowds.
City streets inhabited, youthful lives prevail -
Imploring human ownership, voices duly wail.