This is nothing that should be new to us. Or rather. Or rather, and as a matter of fact, let us make that plural: these are nothing that should be new to us — Crowds and Rumours, Bheed and Afwaah.
Beware of both. Unless you are part. Of one or the other or both. They can come in singles, they can come in pairs. They mix well, usually they can together make the ideal alchemy of toxicity.
You may have seen one. Or the other. Or both. As is widely known and apprehended — or even often hoped — they can arrive in pairs, one on top of the other, one dovetailed into the other, one concealed by the other, one revealed by the other, one as a consequence of the other, the other as the consequence of the one, one spurred by the other, the other spurred by the one, one tied to the other or coupled, like braids or one helix and another, twined. Bheed and Afwaah. Beware.
You know, of course. From having been in the presence of one or the other or both. Or having heard accounts of what one or the other or both can do. You know all the good reasons why you should beware.
Unless. Unless, of course, you are part of one or the other or both.
That changes everything.
One may not quite know what to say in that case. What to tell you, if anything.
One isn’t sure anything’s going to work. With you, we mean. The you who’s part of one or the other or both. Of Bheed or of Afwaah. Or of both, a combination we may not yet have a word for other than to say beware, beware by many many miles. Better if they are nautical miles because, who knows, they might not be able to course across waters. Not everything swims. And some things that are known to swimmingly swim often sink. We know a few of them, don’t we? Anyhow, stay away, a fair way away.
But no, we are talking to those who don’t require to be wary or be afraid. Weare talking to those who may be part of one or the other or both. What are we to do with you? Do we know what to do with you? Have we wondered? Thing is, you never give us the time or the space. You leave it stunned and ready for the trash can, if you leave it that is. You are such. So rehne do,no point. Avoid.
There’s a bheed, what you’d call a crowd
And it’s arrived lugging a massive shroud
There’s an afwaah, what you’d call a rumour
And it’s left on our hearts a malignant tumour.
