I be discreet and to be ugly
You think you've got it all right
You're just a preacher to your monkeys
It's time to get in line

I just think you're lost you've got time to bide in your odious algo life
You panic scream your faux war knowledge it's as though you impress all the time
It makes us weep to think that a comrade becomes an enemy in line
So come on then you social warrior who do you wanna fight?

Preach to the converted

I got caught up asserting my rights as some countries starve in war
Humanity is judged by its value to represent you and more
It makes us bleak to think all required is formidable respect for all
Even a double black belt social warrior doesn't know who to brawl