Pressure

Thu, 06/12/2014 - 03:59 -- Sinyx3

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I walk among a crowd,

All moving in one direction.

To the right, to the right, to the right,

They chanted.

Suddenly I saw a person stopped walking,

So I stopped and thought for a second.

How did this all begin?

 Why am I walking toward the right in the first place?

I looked at that person,

He appear to be thinking about the same things.

Before I can reach over,

The crowd chanted louder,

To the right, to the right, to the right.

Some turned to look at me,

Some forcefully pushed me,

So I stopped thinking,

And continued walking toward the right.

I looked over to the other person once,

He was getting forcibly pushed,

I looked over to the person the second time,

He tried to walk against the crowd,

I looked over the third time,

He was pushed over and trampled on,

I look for the last time,

He was gone.

There was something red.

A warning to all those who tried to walk left,

Against the crowd. 

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