“All lives matter.”
Sneered the Joker to the Hatter
As they all marched down to serve her head up on a platter.
“Until they don’t follow suit and get the boot.”
He cackled back
as they tossed her lifeless body to the river in a sack.
Torches and rage they made their way,
made their way,
to the next poor soul
they couldn’t get to play.
If they couldn’t make them dance
they would surely make them pay.
Moral of the story:
Beware of the angry mobs
in disguise as movements.
They are never satisfied
by the masses who comply.