Point And Yell

Violators of spaces,
Thieving precious oxygen,
Hatred manifestation,
You don't belong here, ever.

My city's beating heart bruised,
Your taint fills the night with pain,
Dark Friday for the many,
As you scream hatred again.

My heart feels the city cry,
You're bleeding it until dry,
Cutting into its love more,
Cutting into its life core.

Your bitter hatred will die,
People together to fight,
Not with violence, but love,
And soon your taint will be gone.

Point and yell all you want to,
You'll never break the spirit,
Of a beautiful city,
Which joys the hearts of many.

The End

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