We find enemies where we look for them
Monsters with different outlooks,
Staring back at the saints we know ourselves to be
Not everyone can be right, luckily we are the chosen few
The sanctified,
The beautiful,
The rich,
The fortunate,
Doing our best to save the similar
Fight off the evils that dwell in the unknown,
Terrified by the uncertainty with which we view our fellow man
There’s no time for peace
We are at war with those who stand in the shadows,
The great darkness we cast
Who can be bothered to stop and wonder,
If maybe they are afraid too?
Insomniac Poet 