Big ones into little ones
Little ones into big
One part becoming many
Many parts becoming one
Our group was united
Behind a liberated front
Wearing uniform and insignia
We charged and bore the brunt
Now broken but still fighting
Our little battles here and there
The war rages on
Beneath our individual glare
Pulled back a few stops
Unzoomed but still focused
Upon a sight some would call impressive
However this observer is nonplussed
A mass of swirling people
Is all that can be seen
Moving in subtle warring patterns
Like a school of frightened fish
Every kindness and atrocity represented
To be watched and noted as you wish
Stepping back yet again
Things settle down a schoch
The many merging into one again
Not moving, only twitching at the most
Apply the stimuli
In just the right way
Action flowing from the why
That you've supplied with just your say
It's doctored science
Fraudulent at its best
Not worth the paper it's printed on
Failing any unobjective test
Looking at things
From maximum distance
Little to see
Even less to do
Out of boredom
We zoom back in
For the chaos and joy
Of our little plush room with a view
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