Frustrated tone of voice,
A sideways glance,
Some ill phrased words,
A simple misunderstanding,
So little to unbalance the delicate mechanism.
Retorts and recriminations,
Amplification and divisive speech,
All facilitate the formation,
Of gangs and factions,
Busy isolating and excluding,
Their status quo, and standing are retained.
As the tall poppies are cut down,
By lesser creatures,
Those on the edge watch on and ponder,
The purpose of it all.
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