Bricks out for Harambe - Neckbeard Deathcamp

Destruction ov property makes a protest illegitimate he shrieks in an ill

fitting tea party shirt

The shrill tone of a thirty year old man child silenced by a right cross to the

jaw

The hate in my knuckles crushes his purge inspired paintball mask like a

newspaper

I hurl a paving stone through the front window ov the credit union on the corner

The blast ov antifa energy wipes a coexist bumper sticker from a nearby subaru

outback

The streets now a suffocating wasteland buried under the settling dust ov the

old world

Two soros foundation battle mechs bathe one ov the last straight men in the

city in a tornado ov flames as he hides behind a trash can

I smile as his bones turn to cinder

I hear the battle cry like a low thunder in the distance

No starbucks window remains on Planet Earth

Bricks out