Some simply want a we and an us
Far more than they want the truth.
They want a place to belong
And a label by which
To call themselves
Much more than they want
To understand either themselves
Or the big picture of this world.
And so they will circle themselves up
Along with the other wagons
In some wagon train
And fight off outsiders
Without ever even testing
The value of what all
Was supposed to be behind
The we and us for which
They lay down their lives.
