Poem 47: Cliques

Have you ever been a part of a close knit group?

Then through no fault of your own, you are now out of the loop?

Then made you wonder what did you do?

Or made you question what things are true?

That made you feel that you did something wrong?

Why you are out and the rest still get along?

Those that you welcomed and went through your door

Don’t wish to even acknowledge you anymore?

That when you speak up in your own defense

The repercussions administered are too immense

They single us out and make up a lie

Then there we are, left high and dry

Though through the years, the decisions they made affected us the most

Now when everyone gets together, we’re like a ghost

Some in the group don’t talk to us at all

Then they expect us to be at their beckon call

They think they are puppet masters and pull our string

When they want you to meet they expect us to drop everything

This group you see doesn’t want to evolve

There’s decades of problems they refuse to resolve

They still cling to instances that happened so long ago

Volumes of pettiness is all that they know

They seem to focus on some members and seem to share the same opinions

There are a few that are in charge and the rest are their minions

Over the years they get to choose who they wish to beret

They always need someone to scorn, it certainly seems to make their day

But when you chance to meet them in a mall or on a street

They can certainly fool the public and act more discreet

At the meetings you attend, they never have any words for you to share

Then when you are an absentee, they wonder why you’re not there

Some choose to just throw in the towel and say “the hell with the rest”

Figuring it’s just for their own good, it’s just for the best

Now they announce to this group that this is a path that they chose

Now the whole congregation is aware and everyone knows

You continue with life and hope things aren’t the same

But the members you left still play the game

Then we think to ourselves, what must we do?

Then you realize, that we must be the glue

The fact that they shot us down, it’s what makes us the bond

They don’t seem to miss us now that we are gone

You sit around and you sure feel some grief

But when it comes down to your own happiness, you feel a sense of relief

You just get tired of the bickering and you don’t want to fight

Just because this group is in unison, still doesn’t make them right

We don’t know how many days on earth we have left to spend

We don’t want to go through life and try to pretend

We all want to be happy and have a reason to live

Some people will never achieve this if it’s not in their heart to forgive