These Petty Tribes

These petty tribes hunt in savage packs and can Smell fear and blood a mile away. These ape men and Their crude, painted zombies don't like outsiders; Especially eccentrics and foreigners. They exist in darkness because they cannot Face the greater Light. Their loud, primitive grunts And groans mark them out from civilised fellows. O they are like Plato's fabled cave dwellers! They will always follow instinct not reason. Blinded by the light of an enlightened sun, They dwell within the realms of shadow kingdoms. They love their football, food and beer, but not Much else. They hate art and culture. These clowns Can be found in many a quaint English town.