I know it is slightly long but it reads quite quickly.
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Sweat
on our brows
Sweat
from the fear
of what is to come.
Sweat
from the labour
that we are forced to do.
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Fear
of every gun shot
Fear
for our children
and for our families.
Fear
that we will not make tomorrow
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Uncertainty
as we are told to undress
Uncertainty
as we are pushed in a room
and alone we are left.
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Hope
that we are about to be clean
Hope
when we see taps on the ceiling
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Panic
as they shut and bolt the door
Panic
as a hiss fills the room
Panic
will we soon meet our doom?
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No water comes from the taps
but the hiss carries on…
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Realisation
of what is happening
Realisation
as strangers around us fall
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Desperation
as we clamber over the bodies
Desperation
as we try to escape the fumes
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The vapours close in,
the chokehold strangles, chokes.
A hand reaches out toward the ceiling
hoping for a pocket of air.
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Peace
as our final breath grows old.
