Despite that he saw blatant similarity,
He struggled to find a distinctive moiety.
All he found was vulgar superficiality,
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared it with the others.
It signified his anger and misery.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
That there really is a difference
Between them and us.
Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration.
All it does is promote fear and consternation.
It's the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation.
Them and us,
Bending the significance to match a whimsied fable,
Them and us,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
I heard him say
We can take them all.
But he didn't know who we were
And he didn't know who they were.
And there wasn't any reason
Or motive or value to his story,
Just allegory, imitation glory,
And a desperate feeble search for a friend.
Them and us,
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers,
Them and us,
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence,
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence,
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us.
We can take them all...