From A-Z The Ills of Our Nation

The siren's call of victimhood, a digital refrain,
Through social feeds, it pours a constant rain.
Of self-declared distress, a mournful tide,
Where empathy and grace are sorely tried.

I ain't never been the same, since she walked away,
You'd think I overcame, but I can't even maintain,
It went right to my brain, and the pain leaves a stain,
You don't know cuz I don't complain, my words are strained, to hard to explain,
I try to refrain, the fact I'm going insane, you aren't the same,
I remain in chains, and my veins contain pain,
My sanitys been drained, now humanity is to blame,
It's a fantasy I proclaim, reality is just a game,
Mentality is just a nickname, for the insanity we maintain,
And magically I faint, that's what they say when I'm in pain,
They don't care about my pain, I'm tragically insane,
Cast me off into a plane, or leave me in the rain,
I don't matter anyway, being ignored everyday,
I was wishing I was loved, I'm a thief, and my life is the victim, I'm fucking done.

The insidious tendrils of identity politics have choked the lifeblood of civil discourse
Replacing reasoned debate with a cacophony of accusations and discord
This pernicious focus on immutable characteristics has fractured society along arbitrary lines
Fostering among others an atmosphere of resentment enshrined
The noble pursuit of equality has been perverted into a relentless feigned montage
A Quixotic quest for a utopian homogeneity that has become the sardonic looking for attires of camouflage