It was the turbulence

Paired with a high velocity

Waves of spinning motion

Spiraling in conjunction

With the flow of negativity

Abundantly loud and chaotic

Their emotions collided

Collecting speed

Grabbing debris

Folding violent hate

Into tornadoes of vitriol

Vorticity revolving

Around weapons

Made up of spittle

And condemnation

The eye of a hurricane

A vortex of judges

Swirling on high

Looking down waiting

To strike the match

That catches

The whole world

On fire