A Murmur of People.

A Murmur of People.

Like the murmur of starlings sweeping across the sky,

With no discernible reason nor why,

They change direction with little more than sudden swing,

So does the human mob sweep all before its fickle whim,

Like a murmur of birds in full flight,

The petulance of demand backed with political might,

Be it completely foolish, demented or just profit scented,

So does the human mob sweep all before it strikes,

To break, smash, destroy every created thing,

The vacuous cry of its right, a trumpet of raucous note,

No melodic tune, just  blunt, abstract screeching rote,

Spoken in a stuttering, stumbling, ill-conceived trope,

One in all in murmur of blind faith sweeping across the sky,

No reason, no inspiration, no discernible reason why,

Just one long petulant, lamenting cry!