Loom

Creatures of habit
Inherently flawed
And condemned
To petty warfare
Where everything
And everyone
Is a target
No quarter given

Deflect, rebuke
Slander and scorn
Turn the tables
Settle the score
Chasing virtue
With our views
Honed
And weaponised

Cut from the same cloth
Held together like a patchwork
Fragile and frayed

Hypocrites all
Pulling threads

Tearing each other part
Until we're laid bare