Hollows out the soul when you see men stab at each other and lie.
And that’s all we have left to watch.

All twisted-up in knots, turned in upon ourselves ten-times-over
No one sure who they really are other than the team they play for

Lost all semblance of being family in the waving of a flag.
Color against brother, blood in the streets all red.

Borders and walls and laws but only for the alien to know and observe.
Not us. No sir we have a different set of standards to be prioritized.

Stickers, hats, marks, and creeds to be bowed to…
And these images demand your sacrifice, on our behalf.


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