They are everywhere she turns on empty streets and vacant greens
The Cliques.
They are grinning wide eyed and ready
To praise or scorn
What will please them?
The reflection of themselves
A thousand times?
Again.
Again.
Again.
A secret
Binds
Unwritten
Divides
Truth
Denies
Belonging
Blinds
They fill her empty head with noise and spit invisible poison across her vacant circle
The Cliques.
Are they grinning wide eyed and ready
To belong or be alone
What will please them?
The illusion of themselves
A thousand generations?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Human Destiny
In?
Or
Out?
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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Comments4
Your opening line says it all.. Nice one 🙂
Neville
Thanks Neville
Should I delete All the subsequent lines?
I would keep them in personally..
I shall do that then 😝
So be it..
You sum up cliques so well in this outing of reasons for social divides and separation of Me and Them........ an interesting form and style too Sylvia .
Well I wasn’t sure if I was going to write a story or a poem today.
Thanks for reading 😊
Out
Everyone in a clique wishes they could be an individual
Like your good self
My clique is nodding in agreement
This time lol
Well thanks for your approval!
You know the outsider longs for that as much as those inside..
Maybe
Hope not
But
Maybe
Those cliques only want things for themselves and do not care for others.
Andy
But is that a part of the human condition? Self interest? The need to belong?
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