mysteries of the human race

Why is it that foreign nationals
travel so far, only to find themselves
united by profession - for example,
the oriental nail technician?
or black african, plying
practical hair braids beach-side?
The eponymous taxi-driver or
corner shop owner,
do they seek to stand shoulder to shoulder
with their old compatriates?
Is it strength in numbers,
familiarity, or needs must?

And what's inside these teenage goths?
Are they in mourning
for their own innocence lost?
Cut arms, razor dragged straight down,
'Just get carried away
expressing my inner pain sometimes',
What the fuck?! Maybe it's just my good luck that
this was one inner turmoil I didn't feel.
But what of cults like these?
When we deride the human tribe
as something ancient, less than wise,
"Would you jump off a bridge
if she did? Are you a sheep?", we bleat.