You come armed with what?
Your wits and a sense
That something’s not right.
It will take more than that
To beat back the night
And the hordes of ignorance
Born from this generational blight.
Steel yourself any way that you can,
For the fight is coming
To every woman and man.
Sides will be chosen-
Morals be damned.
We’re in a mêlée
From now till the last one goes down.
Choose your weapon
And fight for your family or freedom,
Because it’s washed over us all
The thick fury of fate-
All sweat and battery
Driven onward by animalistic hate.
It may be too soon
To think of victory,
But be assured we will triumph
And rebuild as one, alive and free.
© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.
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