Usins and Themins
USINS & THEMINS
Usins had a funeral, for a boy who’d seen enough
He hung himself on Wednesday, up in Ballyduff
Themins had a funeral, for a girl who died too soon
She’d been bullied all her life, on the streets of Lenadoon
Usins vote the same way, we’ve done it through the years
We close ranks for protection, when election fever nears
Themins vote the same way, they’re stuck in history
They do it to annoy us; it’s plain for all to see
Themins can’t be trusted and they never ever could
They’re eyes are close together and they started this whole feud
Though Usins won’t be sainted for the things done in the past
It kinda makes you wonder, how long this hate will last
Usins kinda look the same, as themins down the street
We also breathe the same air, though we kick with different feet
Usins are like Themins in a lot of different ways
Perhaps we’re not as far apart as everybody says
Copyright © Leslie Wilson | Year Posted 2018
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