Strike before the sun has risen
and lay the day before you
prostrate,
like a vanquished foe,
or a satiated lover.
Be ready,
for the next blow comes,
not from the front,
but from behind.
The truth
of the New Day Crusader.
Conflict is
as conflict does
and friction keeps the wheels
from spinning out.
Surely,
there is an endgame;
who would fight wars,
on wars,
on wars,
for the sake of fighting?
Restraint comes at a cost,
like any virtue.
The Madman
and the Messiah,
both receive the same applause,
eventually.
Better to fight
a long, linear conflict,
than to butcher each other in the streets.
We are all insurgents, now.
Morally displaced,
philosophical refugees,
facing an overwhelming
occupying force.
Gone are the days
of conscientious objectors
and draft dodgers.
These days,
to abstain from the fight
is to pick a side.
And when you pick a side,
they hand you a pistol
and say;
“Put it in your brother’s mouth.”
We are all opposites
on a coin
with a billion sides.
It’s not just ‘Heads or Tails’ anymore,
the whole body is at stake.
Early morning assault.
Plotting a day
of protracted resistance.
Abandoning the hashtags,
now it is time for weapons
forged of iron.
Bodies,
built of sweat and blood
and hearts,
that bear a faint, remaining hope;
that when the sun comes,
it will rise on a new day.
An ever glorious morning.
The dawn
of a peaceful day.
HG – 2017
