Hive Mind

Everyone with their identical expressions
Cold eyes and flat lips
Unwavering stares watch me
Waiting for my facade to slip

Clones, drones, zombies
Everyone is alike
Same clothes, same tastes
Almost robotic like

They walk in V formation
All the ‘losers’ cringing as they pass
Who will they strike next?
How long will this last?

Vacant, empty spaces of personality
Everywhere in the stifling air
Spinning, twirling and weaving
Appearing only to those who dare

Those very few like shining stars
And those who were scarred
In the darkness, they approached
The communist society is finally marred

The hive mind
All following the queen bee
Till the queen is dead
When will they see?

Technicolor identities
The grays, we were compared to
The communist ways shattered
Our faces they will rue