Organism

By Barak KH. Hrohlu

I saw the lot who congregate,

Who organise and demonstrate

The orderly philosophy

They shared to friend and family.

They held their might and grew along,

And only grew and grew so strong;

Their power fueled by law and rite

Of those who shared the steady stride.

Those who sold themselves to solitude

Or chose against the the common fruit,

They found themselves alone and weak,

In plenty too, deprived and meek.

The organised had ruled the mass

The many’s law has come to pass,

And those who dare betray their rule

Was made an example of the fool.

No solitary power grew so strong

Or grew enough to stay so long.

The many always overcame

To grow beyond a person’s name.

And even when the many died,

New law and order rose from plight

And sowed the seeds to organise

New powers that would grow and rise.

By Barak KH. Hrohlu