The Need
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
Submission is the new norm
Without it chaos is inevitable.
Do not express yourself
The pain will only grow.
Bury the feelings inside you
To keep the pressure low.
Stay within the group
Inside it there is hope.
Desires cannot overpower
The necessity to cope.
You all will be one
You seem to mold together.
You all will see the same
You seem to know nothing other.
This poem is about:
Our world