Mob Fury. Poem by Pal Eternity

My cousin wanted to take a leak,
On a divine portrait he put a stone,
Hidden eyes with fury at peak,
came rushing with a rough tone.
They swayed off all sorrys,
put him on his knees,
while i touched their feet,
they did nothing except beat.
I put my arms around as a shield,
but nothing it did yeild.
There was mad mayhem and frenzy,
as we begged for mercy,
everything mounted and multiplied,
the fanatic ferocious mob fury! !
Hard blows of their arms,
made us aware of their sensitivity,
people worst than those of farms.
One of the mates shouted a cry,
but cops as ghosts just flew by.
We were then helpless and nervous,
a situation precarious and monstrous.
Finally we fled with faces red,
a memory the most ignominous,
from the path we would never again tread.