Rattling

"The hateful rattling would soon come to an end",
 Prayed the tiniest thought at the back of my mind,
 But unfortunately it didn't.

People kept on bickering, 
Life counts kept on decreasing.

There was confusion, chaos, 
And chickened bodies everywhere,

Riots were the worst 
Part of a society;

For people exploited themselves and their rights,

Someone's health and someone's wife,

Innocence kept at stake,
The entire country is in a bad shape.

Fumes of anger and burning buildings
Too adamant to cool down,

It was the fight for their own clan;
Their town,

Quick-paced thumping,
Shining sweat beads and a dozen gunshots,

Nothing was able to bring it to a halt.

This is what happens when 
A riot bolts down the delicate lanes of a nation.