Bipolar from Jabberwocky by whatever...

We define identity
by means of grouping and exclusion,
protection and intrusion;
it's "us" and "them,"
and each division claims the right to
Truth
is rarely black and white;
in any given fight,
you'll find each side imperfectly defined,
or misaligned.

What do we find behind fanatical blinds?
"If you're not for me, you're against me."
But divinely labeled enemies, in truth,
are rarely what they seem,
drawn out to type extremes.
They'd like you to believe
justice is "us" and "them,"
when it's really just "us."
And isn't that just?

And so it goes: uneasy lies the head that holds
the burden of awareness,
because it's hard to pledge allegiance to the truth
inside these fear-built walls.
And it's no help at all
that fear requires so little effort,
and it's easy to divide us.
But the groups are rarely what they seem.

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