Rumours

Something whispers through the crowd
Building momentum rippling round
The frothing mouths
One shout turns three or four
And soon enough the oceans roar
Is all to be saw
On the crest a deep blue wave
The shouting crowd about to break
On a mistake
The storm a violent brew
Fists ready to be threw
Like lightning bolts to strike on cue
The wind blows on north it goes
It crouched and rose for crowds move
With the voices flow
Waves pound at word and law
For no reason anymore
Upon the shore

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