Among the followers in shops
‘Keep calm’ ‘Don’t Panic’ signals
A call to arms of trolley crops
Bursting full of ‘Me First’ rammed
Trolley rush hour blocked up lanes
Boxes tins and jar preserves
Leaving vacant shelf remains
Elbow nudging cold heart stares
Harvest gatherings of greed
As the terrified grab anything
Irrespective of their need
The flustered can’t be reasoned with
They’re not used to going short
Can’t cutback in case they lack
Anything they could have bought
The freedom dash will soon deplete
Hordes with barefaced disregards
Will level up their wartime wants
Once they receive their ration cards
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