One by one they leave as if they were beads on an abacus being tossed to the other side. They
eventually broke off.
The beads left behind would be shifted in whatever direction the child preferred.
Some beads got tired and decided to swift in the direction they felt best.
Now those who are left wonder if they should have followed along.
Or perhaps they believe the child would grow and would stop playing with them.
Yet the child returns and the cruel
treatment of the beads would continue.
and the endless cycle of torture returns.
The child swifts them back and forth and the beads (people) begin to get used to the cruelty of
the child.
Then another child comes along, a kind one, and begins to play with the beads and the beads
(people) are reminded of what it’s like to be appreciated and respected.
Yet, this other child begins to get irritated and throws the abacus away and the beads break off.
The beads think to themselves I should have never shifted away. At least the first child just
mistreated me but he never threw me away.
Now, look at me on the dirty floor “oh when will my torture end.”