Pressure
Location
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.