Tribalism kills. It’s all about sects.
The Chosen Peephole
Tribalism is the ultimate fence
Steeling our humanity
In the vast nest of human kind
Seeing soully the hole
As our own
Peeps
A life stile
Wresting on
Just encase
Hedging every abet
As planet that weigh
Over-raided
Know ledge is power
Getting
The benefits
Of the doubt
And every bluff
A bull work
Getting to the bottom
Of every thing
Evolution as mirror sects
In sum
In farced buy
That solitary rule
Never dis member blind fold
Left with hope against hope
Too see it our way
As awe
A bout sharing
Blind spots
Fooly with
Won’s peers
