The crowd
Safety in numbers. The comfort
blanket of fellow believers
who want the same thing,
have a common cause.
Moving in one direction
thrusting everything aside.
Tidal wave, feeling so strong
you want to burst. One team,
one party, one religion.
The joy of being in the right.
Danger in crowds. Infection,
contagion, breathing the same air.
Too close for comfort,
hordes of hoarders,
queuers, panic buyers.
Isolation becomes a virtue,
loneliness a social duty.
A plague on all your houses.
Learn to fear others.
Stay at home. Lock the door.
Try not to share anything.
Greg Freeman
Fri 13th Mar 2020 10:26
Thanks for your comments, Po, and thanks for the uplifting comments about Write Out Loud. You're right ... people may be spending more time on here than usual in the weeks ahead. I hope that will be a good thing for all concerned!
I had the idea for the poem while watching my local football team Woking lose at home to Barnet, on a very wet night earlier this week. It was a smaller crowd than usual, for whatever reason. But I don't think any virus would venture out of doors on a night like that.