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 they were
And he didn't know who we 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