Passed On Poem by Daniel Miltz

On a peaceful weekend, I drive by
The place of my academia
I see protest, everywhere, in hysteria
Within the fighting streets, ahead, in mass supply
Students applauding, with erected fingers call
Some -gypsy dancing like a bat out of hell
Feeling beyond any doubt, they could change all

Hecklers, prancing and whooping
With numbness hooray
Agitators, without fulfillment, screaming
Social order in total disarray
Radical faces are turning, never stop crying
Yowling fierce, until the deadness excites
Fuels the all screeching spirited lights

They all thinking the same way
How things should portray
Peace walks, harmony, renegade embrace
Won't be the last, known, difficulties they face
They don't flee, yet rather, there to pursue
This is the known heritage out of the blue
Of my college from days gone by, true and true

© daniel miltz