Bias

Traitors are often subjective things.
It matters in whose way their mud flings.

From their perspective, they’re the last line.
Maybe one side holds their toil divine.

Another side casts them fabric’s tear.
Some, on t-shirts, their visages wear.

The sanest place is always middles;
Bridge to extremes & burning fiddles.

Time is alone in clarity seen.
Heroes & rebels rarely split clean.