The enemy’s gathered an army.
Questions have been asked. Votes have been counted. Lines have been drawn. Sides have been chosen and defensive positions have been taken.
The future is fractured; everyone wants their own way. Entrenched in fear and doubt, our leader ploughs on, sowing a field of unknown crop.
There’s no time left. We’ll borrow more and add to the debt.
The enemy’s coming. “Man the battle stations.” “Deploy the fleet.” “Build a wall.” “Throw out the non-believers.”
The enemy’s here. It slipped past the battlements, scaled the walls and sneaked into our divided hearts.
Change is imminent.