Fears of being swept away
The tide of prophesy, tides of disaster
It threatens to shore and wash us away
It comes in want of what is ours
Without respect and remorse
From behind our wire boundaries
Our concrete barriers
We observe a foretold story as a death foretold
Foretold and fixed
On the horizon, the insurgent amass
We stake our ground and monitor for evidence.
We have drawn the line
They simply can’t get away with it
We won’t embrace their fear at our loss
Too self-centered to make the decision to welcome
Too self-centered to empathize
Our imaginations captured by the outlandish
Our actions enabled by dire predictions
Without compromise
We do not want
We shall protect
Our organic minds subdivided and in-barrier
Littered by immovable objects
And through it all
All of the ifs and buts
It's about
Defiance
The crying wolf
Making comfort from scared people
Enabled by a false sense of security
In it together
Against the visioned enemy
The right dream
The living dead
The panic to protect
