As boys we fucked each other
As men we lie and smile;
Noble enough until the firstborn child
Then, we shuck our guile

You think we don't fight
Birds fight. Birds hate
We fight, even as we reincarnate
Free us, and a mess of mess will come rolling down
Upon you
We are not what we should be
We just do what we do

If we had power
We would not fight for you
We would crush you
We do what we do

We have learned to continue to look at ourselves
We leave fear of future
Love for others
And guilt untouched on our shelves