Fear
Fear
The shout of a man sitting at a table
He was collecting all bottles, and glass that he was able
I turned to my husband and said what do you think?
Some guys stood behind us and said "lets get a drink."
I moved to the side, I walked on past
The hairs on my neck were standing up fast
A feeling I knew washed over me
Something was happening and I didn’t want to see.
A guard with a gun, knocked me as he walked by
The guy at the table with the bottles wasn’t shy.
"Get lost, get away you can’t stop me flying
I know what to do without even trying."
My heart began to race, what is going on?
People are pushing and shoving then we could see he had a gun.
The fight starts there on the floor, two men with the glass and bottles
Two guards rush in, hands round throats trying to throttle
We hide behind tables, and chairs, we cannot escape
A gun slides up near making a noise like ripping duck tape.
It’s there at my feet- a hand reaches for it,
Is it a guard or a terrorist? I nearly have a fit.
A push in the back from a big burly guy
Shouts “Go on get stuck in, give it a try.”
"What the hell are you on about shut your mouth now"
There’s guns flying round and words I never heard- I vow
There are four on the floor kicking guns and screaming loud
Then a clicking of two feet, comes a short man from the crowd
He stands and he yells and they all do stop
He points and picks up the guns that they have not
He sorts it all out; the police come take them away
An announcement rings out
“Thanks for flying with us today.”
Based on a true event over thirty years ago in an airport in Gan Canary
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