Divided We Stand
We stay in our cliques,
we don’t mix.
This we should fix.
We do not hate,
nor discriminate.
Simply, we separate.
Birds of a feather
do stick together.
We don’t know whether
the others think like us.
What could we discuss?
Why, yes, we could change,
but then we’d have to exchange
our thoughts with theirs.
Our mind says beware,
I don’t want to be scared.
But if you can show that it might be all right,
that there won’t be a fight,
then maybe I might
step out of my clique,
and maybe I’ll pick
some new thoughts to think,
they might even stick.
Fear
Fear,
It supports the mainstream
It’s all that keeps society in place
Fear,
It’s the tool of the mainstream
you step out of line, you get slapped in the face
It makes me afraid to be who I am
for fear that I won’t be accepted
It makes me shut up and put a smile on my face
so I can fit into the norm
It makes me tell lies and call feelings a phase
‘cause I think we must all be the same
But fear, most of all, makes us all asses
by making us fear ourselves more than others
