A Place Of Chaos (Ii) Poem by Stephen Johanns

People everywhere,
Running,
Calling,
Quickly, Hurry!
We have to go!
So I run,
Pulled by the Crowd,
Angry,
Confused.
I don't know whats happening
Were we are,
Where we'er going.
Chaos everywhere,
Up these stairs,
Down those ones,
Wrong way, turn back.

This is chaos,
But not htat of people running for thier lives.
No,
No one is afriad,
No one runs to escape,
But to arrive. Non-the-less still this is,

A place of chaos.