Our Age of Pluralism

It doesn't matter.
They're all the same.
There's none at fault,
no one to blame.
None are wrong
as we're all right,
this their battle cry
in this, eternity's fight.
The lies so nice,
pushing acceptance
for all to be
welcome, even those restless.
It's good to feel
they can make all
feel so good
about their collective fall.
The peace does last
as long as we agree
until oppositions arise
and enter different pleas.
Then the truth comes,
the inner becoming outer
with "accepting" one's screams
of intolerance becoming louder.
The fear mongering flows
from the mouths of liars,
condemning the preaching
and damning the fires.
Eyes get wide
as pupils become red
with their pushed peace
replaced with war instead.
The thought some people
would tell others they're wrong
is unfathomable to the arrogant
who claim the odds too long
but in this age or pluralism
where the beggars are choosers
there have to be
both winners and losers
and the ones to reject
the truths the hateful condemn
are soon to find the falling
in these black hearts of men
as that claimed to be
a scare tactic of the fear-mongering pious
is the one ultimate truth
that will rightfully divide all of us.