I'm sure of it. I know it.
They smile through Tears.
They shine through Pain.
They laugh through Fire.
They turn from Those who are different, Snarling, biting, clawing.
They rip them apart, unfeeling.
They say they're the ones who are right. They are blank and empty.
But they say they are right,
That those who oppose them are wrong,
They are one race, one people, One species.
There is something wrong here.