Panic Poem by shimon weinroth

has become a commodity
not free of charge, both
electric and magnetic, joins
the dance of pandemonium

a pack of emotions infecting,
nerves gone awry cloaked with
dizziness pains and ails, racing
pulse, sweating, heart throbbing

but not unrequited love

a severe state of mind, graduated
from fear and phobia uncontrolled,
easy prey for manipulating politicains
to induce the mob, the people

yet terrorist scts must be dealt with