The bliss of blame, a sweet reprieve
From the mirror's gaze, where guilt we can't retrieve
It was Them, those shadowy figures, so bold
Their faults, a canvas, where our own are told

But alas, the truth creeps in, like a thief in the night
And steals our comfort, with a harsh, cruel light
For if it's Us, then the blame comes home to roost
And I, a humble member, must face the accusing boast

Oh, the horror! To think I'm one of the crew
A perpetrator, a villain, a "Them" in disguise, anew
My heart protests, "No, I'm one of the good guys!"
But the evidence mounts, and my denials demise

We're always Us, the righteous, the pure of heart
While They, the monsters, tear the world apart
But what if the lines blur, and the truth starts to seep?
That We're the problem, and not just a select creep?

The thought is suffocating, a weight on my chest
To consider that I, too, am part of the mess
No longer can I point fingers, with self-righteous glee
For I'm one of Us, and that makes me... complicit, you see

So I'll don the cloak of shame, and wear it with pride
For I'm one of the many, who've let the world divide
And though it's hard to swallow, this bitter pill of blame
I'll own my part, and scream, "Guilty!" with the rest of the shame.