Like ants crawling beneath the soil
we lurked, hidden, consumed by doubt
The walls excavated with fear tinged
Sweat and bleeding fingers gave
respite, a safe place for the panicked
Panic room, soutterrain while nightmarish
Visions laid waste our tearful thoughts we
Hid in boltholes those precious gifts
Fragments of sanity – whilst madness burnt,
Claimed its prize we waited for the dawn
Another midnight raid survived.
Crawled out new born into the morning light,
rebuilt with the stoic mask of our ancestors
while media vultures circled, bent weak minds
to their vision.