The crowd pushes around me,
Forcing my palms to meet with the ground
“Please just let me go-“ i plead,
My legs shaking, my breath short
All the while children tussle and parents cry, everyones ear perking up at the sound of the door
“Animals, the lot of you.” I can here the rich man say.
Is he wrong? Are we not all here to get a type of help that does not truly exist?
So many sick people, and not enough to heal them.
My arms falter, and my body folds in on itself. The feet kicking in my sides, stealing the few breaths i have left.
My mind collapses. The final breath exits my expiring body. My corpse continues to be crushed
Crushed by people who just want to make it themselves.
Everyone is so scared.
We are all scared.