After the bombs, the riots, the protests, and all the rest of the excitement finally subside, all that will remain will be rats, roaches, and ruin.
That, and those winos on the corner.
Still trying to scrape together enough for a bottle
– even though the liquor stores’s gone.
When the shakes from detox subside and clarity returns, they’ll either die drinking gasoline, or they’ll form a new society.