Looters,
Breakers
And thugs
Will keep
Engaging the stage
Of racism,
Anti-racism,
Protest,
Protest drama,
Street,
Street theatre,
Goondaism,
This goondaism must
Come to an end
As has gone into excess
And excess of everything
Is bad?
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