Two inmates fell wounded on the asphalt,

shots continued to fire,

and everyone  failed to come to a complete halt,

guards tried to fire their shot-guns

over the heads of the rioters,

which added to the carnage,

guards rushing to their feet,

as the prisoners marched to the rhythm

of the street,

there were no attempts to escape,

it was mere violence for its own sake,

no efforts to take hostages,

no demands, no commands,

no negotiations,

it was just the mirror image of violence,

guards failing lockdown,

blood on the walls,

as prisoners fell to the ground,

ignoring the wordin’s call,

focused rage,

from men in a cage,

comes with pain,

as it falls on humanity like poison rain.