False Shepherds

False guides
 Black lights
 Grim, pitiful and helpless
 In anger towards yourself and the world
 A cold violent rush against whatever
 To soothe your misguided souls
 You are shoveling your hate
 Upon a wretched pile
 Of ignorance and fear
 In self-denial
 Then comes the helping hand
 Another pariah
 A treacherous pied piper
 To fuel your toxic fires
 False guides
 Black lights
 Have we lost our minds?
 In loss of a humanity that binds
 Borders, flags and pride
 For a world without colors we should strive
 You keep shoveling your hate
 On your pathetic piles
 With ignorance and fear
 You feed your self-denial
 Bombed out of their distant homes
 They seek relief
 Only to become a scapegoat (here)
 For all that's wrong with you
 Then comes the helping hand
 Another pariah
 A treacherous pied piper
 To fuel your toxic fires