Welcome traveler to this land
where tribes do fight with burning eyes
you’ll wonder how this came to be
be careful how you now proceed.
The hate is now well steeped
filling every single crevice
deep within the screeching voice
of dog whistles blown to call.
Coded to assure the flock
not enough to alarm the others
stroking grooves worn in stone
invisible to the outside storm.
Nothing here to see observer
we are sane in our enclosure
this mantra is said with confidence
when sanity is told by self.
So my friend now well confused
if malice seems to be entrenched
turn away or be consumed
by hatred of the flock confirmed.
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