“DOUGA. DOUGA”

The call to arms that charges through the camp like a runaway caboose, collecting the cripples and cajoling the crazies; catapulting us all headfirst into the purest of chaos.

We’re sharing drinks in a shady tent as the feet around us start running.

 

A clarion call full of power at full steam hurtling along on a fuel of panic and desperation. 

A freight train to freedom, no stops till Calamityville.

Fear and excitement meet, mingle and fuck in a heartbeat. Head for the hills.

 

The throng pushes towards the road as we follow the shrill chime of screaming blue sirens.

Excitement dazzles the senses obscuring sensibilities.

The air’s electric with commotion, those on the ground Intoxicated and rife with rampant escapist mania.

This is a slim and slender chance that doesn’t come around often.

Too many cold nights and empty stomachs drive the legs and wash away the risk.

 

Scrambling bodies’ dash and dart. Clambering, clawing, climbing as they tear a path up the worn slope.

Torrential determination rains all around us.

 

A rambunctious rabble of dancing decibels riot through the air stomping down ears, tapping, pinching, poking and provoking. Running amok and rousing riotous rebellion.

Mass hysteria reverberates through the tarmac.

Pandemonium takes the parapet, booming loudly and conducting the scores to a CS gas crescendo.

The call shimmers and shimmies between lorries looking for an opening.

Furious frowns from the surrounding cars.

Lorry drivers unwilling to entertain this game of hide and seek.

 

The police are outnumbered loads to one.

Like lighthouses, truncheons stand strong and powerful. Winking threateningly in the glints of the smirking sun.

“Stay off the rumbling metallic rocks” they threaten through fear of whacking’s.

A low peppery mist seeps over the scene. Get back, fuck off; go home is the message made loud and clear.

 

Seduced by freedom yet subdued by power, the storm blows over and we join the disheartened hundreds who have to wait a while longer before they can checkout of this no mans land fit for no man.

 

Traffic Jams eh.