Acartheid

Crazy times, crazy measures,
Man tribalizing against man,
Triviliazing the tribalizing
For as long and much man can:
"Gather ye, feathers of mine,
Let's unite and roar,
So the tribe that shines today,
Tomorrow will even be more.
Fly or sink on their own,
Let the other feathers align;
They're not us, we're not them
Their problems, not mine!
All excuses up our sleeves,
Motivations well documented,
Who's to come and enforce,
 That 'we' be mixed and united?
There is no 'we' in our nest,
Stay away and give us a rest:
It's us in our dens,
Versus them in their cages;
If our feathers ain't same,
Why the sharing of the stages?
Gather, my tribe, and sow
Into the winds that blow,
For our feathers soaring today
Tomorrow will be so!"