who are They of the mysterious, ubiquitous, self-righteous They?
who are They of the theorized, despised, allegedly organized They?
who are They of evil deeds, that crush our needs, and scoff at our pleas?
were They the sensuous sirens, of song and sorrow, silently suborning?
were They the war lords of long lost conquests and ancient horrors?
were They the breeders of leaders, or the bleeders behind the throne?
is it They that kill our neighbors, call us traitors, and scalp all our labors?
is it They that oppress us, offend us, accurse us... or do we approve?
is it They that tell us No! or do we know that we are Them and They are Us?
The Guy said They, but did he mean Us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem