1971 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Hundreds of people were passing through a door
Though they didn't know where it led,
And I asked one of them why they marched
But he only shook his head
He walked right on through the curious door
And he acted as if he were dead,
His eyes were following the floor
He seemed like he took the right stead.

More and more people were passing through the door
And into an unknown land,
I watched without believing what made them march
As a passer extended his hand
I laughed as he walked through the curious door
Along with his curious band,
They were stupified to the very core
And I continued to stand.

What is this mad, crazy group
I asked,
With fervor and gusto and zeal
Why are they marching like zombies
I asked,
But I couldn't hear a squeal.

And I watched too long
At the massive crowd
I just had to see why
They went through that door!
It was tearing me up
I was going insane!
I had to know why
Why
Why
So I joined at the end of the line.

copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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