The Collective
They're all like minded,
they're in the group,
safely, together,
they dress the same,
follow the same rules,
the same beliefs,
never wavering,
never thinking
outside the box,
or ‘helicoptering in'
to look at the question
from a different perspective.
They're locked in
by each other
not rocking the boat
sticking to their rules,
together, in numbers
and I look at them
and wonder.
what would happen
if it all fell apart,
crumbled away
until one day
there was only one,
one little person,
standing up
saying
‘this is what I believe'.
and then I shake,
and then I quake
to think
that's all it takes
just one
at the right time
in the right place
under the right conditions
to ignite a hell hole!
It's the human condition,
the sticky clique,
empowering,
the collective.
poem by Ruth Walters
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