Its always them 
The others
Their mothers and their brothers
The ones we put our fingers on 
The guilt is with their fathers

Its always them 
Strangers
Their culture and their nature
Their Faith, their abilities
There's guilt in their features

It's always them
Aliens
Intruders in our structure
The risk for our safety
Terrifying creatures

It's always them
Outsider
The ones that never fit
No place in social grid
The crack in the mid

It's always them 
They are guilty 
When our values fail
Our politics fail
Our cohesion fails

It's always them
Their gender
Making us being offenders
Cause they are sweet and tender
Or dangerous intruder

It's always them
Their behaviour
Nothing but trouble 
Loud, bad and muddled
Dirty, weak, infectious

It's always them
devils
Demons, monsters, evils
Carrying diseases 
Like rats or dirty pigs.

It's always them
They are burgelers, 
Murderes and terrorists
They look alike, conspicious
It's there in their physics

It's always them 
youngsters 
Stupid, lazy wasters
They don't know
They don't care
Our share they dare

It's always them 
The Neighbours
Those behind the fences
Saving us from their attacks
And from their envy glances

It's always them 
Their DNA
It has to be different 
It makes them smell differently
It makes them think differently
They pray even differently
They lie bloody differently 
Thus they die even differently. 
Their skin is differently. 
Their thoughts are differently. 
Their problems are differently. 

Them. 
Them. 
Them. 

They smell and stink even differently, 
They walk, talk and eat even differently, 
They love, fear and hate even differently

They behave
Their fate
Their hope
Their dreams