Caught In a Vortex

It's funny how zeal can be a trap,
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.

I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.

To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.

Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men huffed and puffed...
Bodies became battering rams
As the fort was breached.
Suddenly I was lifted by pressed bodies
As the crowd moved in forward turbulence.
Wails could be heard as the unfortunate who fell
were trampled on.

As the gates fell and people poured in.
I once again felt the ground under my feet...
My barefeet though as I had lost my footwear.
As I stood at a distance barefooted,
Gasping for breath...
I saw first hand
The horrors of an angry mob.
Don't mess with an angry mob...
Don't be in the midst of an angry mob...
Be warned!