our people

they are not
our people

our clan
our brothers and sisters

our contemporaries
drawn together

by ideas, ideologies
dogmas and destinies

they are not
our people

we flock together
band, bond

by reasons beyond
explaination

move in packs, heards
huddle for comfort

they are not
our people

separate from
the those around

the gangs of other others
like us but not

with their own sets
sects, divisions

no better, no worse
than those around

removing themselves
from our noxious presence

we are not
their people