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In spite of what the mighty
goodthink-streaming  discord-seeding
Misdirection Machine ceaselessly spouts
       the things it deems our struggles to be
       aren't by any means what they're about.

They're not about black vs white  left vs right
       or anything   so gaslight radiatingly fake.
What they're about is us vs Them
the self-anointed point-oh-one percent
— about us ever getting a close-to-fair shake.


It's hardly surprising then  that artificial
attention-shepherding  populace-splintering
       wars of diversion are continuously waged
by the pillaging money-power's officer knaves
       and its armies of witless  useful-idiot bots;

are continuously staged to divide and distract
the unwary grunts from the smouldering fact

that at the vile direction of demons on high
fiscal  physical and spiritual repression
are wielded with a zeal akin to possession
against us  superfluous serfs they want dead
       we 'useless eaters' they wish hadn't bred.


Despite the ruse  of illusions we're typically fed
and the fact we're rigorously drilled to suppose
that nothing matters so much as combating
       an endless succession of notional foes
— foes our programmers make nakedly clear
it's our sacrosanct duty to loathe and to fear —

what reality reveals is the ironclad proof
that the battle that matters is right vs wrong;
that the conflicts that count are deceit vs truth
       goodness and light  vs darkness and evil
and tyranny's threat to nature's twin gifts
       of unalloyed joy and god-given freedom.


The cause of our division  isn't this or that ism;
isn't this  or that laughable narrative
              we're told we must wholly embrace;
it's not things like religion or political leanings
       nor sex or ethnicity  age language or race.

What divides us is us   naively believing
those who tell us such lies to keep us in place
at war with each other instead of with them
— it's us trusting  the ever-scheming fiends
whose satanic plans are the hands at the helm.


Unwaveringly true to the fools
              the fates have us play in this life
sadly we slice  and dice ourselves into tribes
                     at the stealth behest of our rulers;

       into tribes all too shrewdly maneuvered
                     by the-powers-that-be to prevent
       we-the-plebs from uniting and fighting
              the possessed  point-oh-one percent.


It's not about the hustle of right vs left
which puppeteered party we happen to back
the hue of our skin  be it pink brown or black
or even alphabet-gendered women and men
— it's all about top vs bottom   good vs bad
and mad vs sane;  it's all about us vs Them.