Enemies

There's more of us than there are of them

 I know that's not a perfect answer

 But the longer that I go the less I understand

 Sometimes I just want it over with

 And I mean all of it, light a match

 Let's get on with it right now

 There's not enough room in the world

 For people living like me and you

 So we just sort and separate shit

 Into bins painted green and blue

 Then please get rid of it for me

 Melt it down let's get on with it right now

 We wonder how this came to be

 We've taken everything we see