Perfect, Idyllic, Civilisation

how could it be, in a perfect, idyllic civilisation 

 that we fall upon each other with petty causation 

 at their neutral and unassuming fellows

 letting loose vicious, unending bellows

 demanding of those deemed ‘lesser’, fiery damnation 

With such savage spite, no hope of a nation

instead a vicious war band, in rhythmic formation

They come with fire and pitchfork, into the ghetto

how could it be, in a perfect, idyllic civilisation 

 It may yet be stopped, give their words no duration

 pay no heed to their coy and pitiful oblation

 see them as they are, watching their eyes narrow

 let their words falter and become echoes  

 but even that may not shatter the fettered foundation

how could it be, in a perfect, idyllic civilisation