Ruth Walters - The Human Condition

They're all like minded,
they dress the same,
they're in the group,
safely, together,
following the same rules,
the same beliefs,
never wavering,
never thinking
for themselves,
outside the box,
or ‘helicoptering in' from above,
no looking at the question
from a different perspective.
They're locked in
by each other
not wishing to rock the boat
they stick to their beliefs,
they stick together,
and I look at them
and I wonder.
what would happen
if it all fell apart,
crumbled away
until one day
there was only one left,
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.

Ruth Walters

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