Rally

The beasts run wild
In passionate fury
Fanned by fanatical
Unleashed fear

The wave threatens
To crush the weak
Beneath the weight
Of perceived freedom

But the barbs are there
To puncture, to poison
The stampede out of hand
Pain in pierced flesh

Irrational panic
Driving the herd
To wound themselves
In the blind flight.

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