Road Rage
To the left and right of him
crowds raged, protested,
chanted, pleaded, sloganized,
stigmatized and demonized.
The center of the road seemed empty
yet there a child stood alone
irresolutely.
"Mr.," it asked,
"Why do people form groups,
gangs, identifying as ethnic identities, factions
or political opposites?"
( He was an intelligent kid)
"Sonny," he said
patting the little tyke on the head,
"It's because when 3 or more humans
gather together, they get dumb,
they get tribal,
they stop thinking for themselves
and forget to question
the collective view of things."
The boy seemed to consider this,
then yelled "You ain't my dad."
kicking him in the shin.
"Damn anarchist.''
the guy mumbled, limping away.
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