What we say, and what we think.
Between the lot us, the only link,
Bonds are woven like silken thread,
Opinions, are like rabbits bread.

Millions of people, billions of thoughts,
We each, take our chance, throw in our lots,
For if a chance may come to say,
By the masses to be heard, is the only way.

Our opinions come fickle and diverse,
In spite of this, we can converse,
Multitude of voices, sometimes collide,
And the will of the horde is one and blind.

Masses come, and masses go,
shifting tides, go with the flow,
The flock is going a certain way,
And all the mammals follow the fray.

Humans are dumb, humans are weak,
So whoever is not, is a freak,
And those who dare to step out of line,
Are they special? or maybe benign?