Them

They said it was them
The ones that they love to hate
And all of the while
It was the very state they love
And trust with all their hearts
One colour is good
The other is bad they say
Just waving the flag
Keeps some of the fear at bay and makes
The blood run cold and blue
One finger points away
The others point right back
These sickly games we play
Betray the love we lack
And I know I’m the same
It’s part of the human state
Just shifting the blame
And hiding our dark away although
There hides our brightest light
One finger points away
The others point right back
These sickly games we play
Betray the love
One finger points away
The others point right back
These sickly games we play
Betray the love we lack