The Mob Poem by Steve Howard

Come join in the group,
the mob and the crowd.
There's no need to think.
There's no thinking allowed.
At last you'll belong,
chant along and be proud.
How sweet to be safe,
in a dark mindless shroud.
Turn your back to the truth,
let the truth go to sleep.
Don't stray from the flock,
be a good little sheep.
Nameless and blameless,
in whatever you do,
for you are the mob,
and the mob now is you.