Us Versus Them

Her voice sounds gritty
Like wind blowing chalk
To what do we owe this calamity
That we so callously mock

His arms are torn apart
Stabbed, pricked, and peeling
And the world casts him out
With no shred of feeling

Their bodies are dismal
Dark with forgotten sores
Then we aim for their souls
Wihtout choice, they beg for more

But then rules reverse
We are shattered, battered
Only to realize differences
In the end, never mattered