your mileage may vary

the people always tell you,
it is noble to be noble,
it is great to be loyal,
and honourable to be valorous.

the people always tell you,
that friendship is forever,
that foes must be friends,
that peace is pacific.

those same fine people,
will just as soon turn around,
at the suggestion of their doing,
the very same that which they commended.

the same people that populate,
every city on this clump,
of dirt and grime and water,
hurtling through a vast vacuum.

and they are the hypocrites,
who would sooner slaughter the child,
of another, because their own is dead,
and the envy of it stinks.

and they are wanting,
like eager predators of the wild,
to push their archaic, outdated
legalisms on those undeserving.

but then, i speak only truth,
and truth appears to be untruth,
if you should be opposed to it.