Some days are easier.
The battle rages on
between self- doubt
and change. They are
taking bets on the side lines.
The odds are against us.
patriots. We are at war.
The front lines need to stand firm.
There is no room for MIA thinking.
Every empty space needs to be filled
with tough love. We will not tolerate
deserters. Deserters will be rounded up and sent
back for another series of anti-venomous thinking shots.
Stand FIRM. Stay your ground.
Look them straight in the eye.
Terror lurks there!
They feel it too, beneath the slip
of darkness when there is no one to
turn to. It torments them with false
promises. It leaves them without a pillow
hungry, tattered and pasty.
Look at them. They are what remain
blankly staring at the yellowed pages
suffering through the holocaust and barking mad.
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