rambling poets and riff raff alike were called by wailed despairs some grievance now forgotten an instant later blood on cobblestone streets flickers of firelight in broken store windows men forget dignity for a time and become not unlike those beasts caged three blocks away third world actions burst forth from carefully packaged polished finish police smash cameras they know won???t forget in eerie prelude to future events shop owners and vagrants both hurl rocks at each other at cops at wild dancing shadows an overturned car underscores the point reality, status quo is upside down here is it really the sting of of teargas clouds that makes me cry?