Bamboo Munchers

Tension descends, the more time passes.

Imprinted is our standing.

Our class.

Systemic undercurrents of a world blind to the truth.

A truth that hurts. That freezes over.

Uncouth.

Fables of yin and yang in tandem with one another.

A lie that we learn from birth.

But brothers.

Brothers we are in a time of division. Yet division stands.

Strength of this truth needs to be sucked dry, killed,

And Banned.

The exit to this is far from us, it lives beyond the pale.

Escape this, an elevate, we are one.

Unjailed.

Freedom of this extends far past possible reach.

Pandas could we be, munching bamboo.

Impeach!

Impeach this ideology! This mindset that's toxic, and rife.

Pool together and dismiss it, forever,

For life.