It\'s a bizarrely fluid thing to observe;
how perspectives morph shape
inward out
and how they change colour
outward in
how multi-layered they can be
and how assuredly we expect
what we refuse to give
We, the brave knights in shining armors
different and right, in our convictions
We are not common with them
the wrong ones
They cannot be accepted
They are foreigners on this land
He does not belong here
and she, is abnormal
that\'s not the way she should be!
after all, we know how she was made
Her color is just not right
She has the wrong hair
like the gender of her lover
and they -
they wrong us!
Their mere presence offends us
After all we voted to be here
Decided where to be born
Unkind mankind -
They - are the borders in our minds
We, the judges and prosecutors
They, should be condemned
They come having nothing, misplaced
fleeing wars they couldn\'t wage
They have no right to be here
no right to partake, they have no stake
Self-serving separatism misleads us
the chosen loved ones
while justice remains a revolving door
that spins counter clockwise
I tell you brick and mortar could not
build stronger anti social walls
and while peacocks envy us
fiction writes novels of us
The universe spectates,
and mountains look on
The animals wonder what is wrong
They listen and watch attentively
with inquisition as we take the pains
to make them realize, it\'s those ones
it\'s them; we were never wrong
they wrong us
Until we see them, is one of us
Until we see we, are they
Until then, for all the world\'s prejudices
fingers will point blame