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It Can Happen

The pumped up pulse
of a million squealing simpaticos
becomes the hum of a voracious
swarming organism

the mob has evolved

more righteous
with each devolving quiver of timidity
more arrogant
with each stomp of quaking jack-a-dandy boots

Beware!   This IS Terror!

and the mob growls:

"respect no boundaries
 no borderlines
 no quarantines
 no authority
 no order
 no sense
 nothing"

be aware of this
be scared of this
within, or without
beware "The Mob"

BEWARE

Beware

beware