Cloned

People sway people
Like trees in the wind
One day smiling faces
The next utter contempt
How quickly they change
With no thought of their own
Just the dictates of those
With a powerful bent
Formed like jelly
Into the same old mould
No backbone
To speak of
No courage
To stand
Just another clone
Controlled by the whims
Of man.

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