Simply a Pronoun

Who
are They?
insideous pronoun echoes
in the halls
on the subway
in the news
on the street
in the media
on the Internet
They
circles the world
like a red-tailed hawk on the hunt
sharp eyes to the ground
alert for the slightest movement
graceful
objective
distant
until the death plunge slams
the last breath still
We
devour hate
like cannibals
with razor sharp memories
We
may become They
in a nano-second.