False Beasts

A want for destruction
Held by
A lack of faith
In the oneself
Wrapped in your
Pious hope
Choking on
Identity indignation
And the suffering
Justified, subsists
At the end
Of a pointed finger
Self-awareness
Driven by
A false awareness
Defined
By our self-imposed
Differences
In this we divide
Disguised
As compassion
While the oppressed
Become
The oppressor
Too afraid to deviate
From the group think
The fragile glue
Which holds together
This vulnerable
Identity
Distorted in its truth
As we are swallowed
By false beasts