it’s the same old story… you fit so comfortably in the category… of the follower, a complacent allegory… you believe it’s all good and fine… you don’t need to step over the line… you’ve got others to control your mind… no questions asked, you easily conform… you stand in single file and proudly wear that uniform… of one, we’re all one and the same… you’re just known as a number, strip away your name… your skin is tattooed, as is your brain… any signs of former individuality has been drained… you pledge allegiance to conformity, mediocrity… followers breeding a uniformed catastrophe…..
©1999 josephine b. ciliento
“number 62” is a poem that will be included in my third book, trilogy, set for release september 2020.