The Chaos of the Mob

A salty teardrop fell from a frozen eye
And lost itself in a stream of salty blood
And lost was a person in
The chaos of the mob

He knew not his religion,
He couldn’t remember his faith
His Gods were lost in,
The chaos of the mob

He did hesitate once, before he plunged,
But others urged him on,
Blame them not, either, they too were lost in
The chaos of the mob

He now shivered with excitement,
A lust to kill, a thirst for blood,
His peace, and his dreams, lost forever in
The chaos of the mob

He burnt his own children,
Raped his sisters and stabbed his kin,
But blame him not, because he was lost in
The chaos of the mob

It was all over now, as the fires died out.
He sat in the corner over a pile of ash.
His own house burnt by
The chaos of the mob

There was no one left to blame,
No one left to kill,
All his senses muted, by
The chaos of the mob

It was his own salty teardrop,
And his own salty blood,
The only one left to blame was
The chaos of the mob