Death in the eyes of a bystander

When does ignorance stop being my friend? Sometimes my thoughts are fleeting and intentioned for escape. Then I, I grab hold and let them dance throughout my mind, my body, my soul. I've never witnessed such savagery. The blows to the face, the body , the stompin. Were there weapons? I'll never know. Brown and Black children clawing their lifes miseries into eachothers veins. Swinging with hope to land on new ground. Attacking the unfamiliar and striking something that they already know. Poverty. Despair. Drudgery. Dismembered bodies thrown across the crowd. Everyone wanted to be a part of this. It was a part of their something. "Like Bigger", did they now feel free? The pulse of the campus swims into mouths that ventgure in and out ofm y office. They came in to release Jonah from their scarred cave beneath their bosoms. A delivery and theiur gone. Gone to swell again and deliver more. Anger floated above the crows. The fists beat on flesh in temp as if striking a drum. Boys hit, thump, thump, thump. Girls swung, clink, clink, clink. Boys pummeled, thud, thud, thud. Girls fell. One passed out, almost trampled.