Use caution here.
This isn’t the place it once was.
It’s become dangerous,
like high tide
ocean at night.
Places where we used to play,
now come with cautionary tales.
Things we used to say,
now make you enemies
and these travails,
are only the beginning;
they’re trying to drown
the babies in the well.
We had words for this before,
but I don’t remember them.
Step lightly here,
they’ve booby-trapped the way
by leaving strings tied to grenades,
trip wires and pits with sticks
that they sharpened all their days,
just waiting for some unwary soul
to go astray
and fall prey to their little game.
Be careful out there.
Arm yourself with facts
and fight back hard
if you’re attacked.
They’re only brave
from a distance
and when confronted
they collapse.
These used to be
our neighbors and our friends,
but it was said that it would be
this way before the end.
Darkness,
fear,
and separation.
We were told
this is part of the conclusion.
There are still some
who must be saved.
As many as we can
rescue from this insane world;
we have an obligation.
Keep your head up
and wits about you.
The places where we used to play
have become stages they parade
the doomed to execution
and put them on display.
So strange,
that it had to be this way.
HG – 2021
