False Shepherds
False guides
Black lights
Grim, pitiful and helpless
In anger towards yourself and the world
A cold violent rush against whatever
To soothe your misguided souls
You are shovelling your hate
Upon a wretched pile
Of ignorance and fear
In self-denial
Then comes the helping hand
Another pariah
A treacherous pied piper
To fuel your toxic fires
False guides
Black lights
Have we lost our minds?
In loss of humanity that binds
Borders, flags and pride
For a world without colours we should strive
You keep shovelling your hate
On your pathetic piles
With ignorance and fear
You feed your self-denial
Bombed out of their distant homes
They seek relief
Only to become a scapegoat (here)
For all that`s wrong with you
Then comes the helping hand
Another pariah
A treacherous pied piper
To fuel your toxic fires