Bipolar International Disorder
Fabricated hatred,
boiling on both sides,
allies and opponents,
inside you as much,
as inside them.
Omnipresent, neverending,
living deep in realms,
rules cannot reach.
Creeping slowly,
Eating you from inside,
While you’re busy believing,
You’re fighting for the right side.
Why is it fabricated so easily,
And even more easily,
Installed inside you,
While you’re busy seeing it,
Only inside them.
Is it the hidden discontent,
Of a dysfunctional humanity?
