So silly it seems
To wear your different hats
To bay in different accents
To feel the same feelings
So similar it seems
To scream in empty rooms
To cry for half of justice
To sharpen the knives of contempt
So sad it seems
To rally under false flags
To hate without reason
To ready the trains on either side
So special it seems
To be in this moment of serendipity
To see through both what neither can see
To find the tribe sharpening sticks
So much more to see
The splendid future so grand
Our children hand in hand
The corpses filling the land
Paradox 