The Grip
We’re in the grip of something;
We are not quite sure what.
It’s crew, so strange and shifty,
Is hatching some dark plot.
It once seemed so far from us,
But now starts to inject
Its bigotry and poison
In all it can infect.
It creeps beneath the radar
When attention is elsewhere;
With one grab it conditions
It’s prey inside its lair,
Releasing them emboldened
To stalk those who remain.
The grip is ever tightened
And will be so again.
Stephen Gospage
Sun 27th Jul 2025 07:33
Thank you, Graham, Uilleam and Rolph. I have always been fascinated how certain beliefs or opinions spread, to the point that they become the accepted view. As you say, Graham, the threat can be more insidious than the outcome, especially given the fast-moving rumour mill of social media, but vigilance is required to push back against the erosion of freedoms etc.
And thanks to everyone who liked this poem.