Word on the underground, there’s a fight goin’ down,
yin against yang, left versus right.
Hushed voices call for war, this one to end ’em all,
defend beliefs, black ‘n’ white knights.
You’ve chosen your sides,
stand in ranks long and wide,
by those whom you’ll die,
laughed at by those for whom you fight. On the
Vultures circle the air, hear the whispered prayers,
see the strong tremble, smell their fear.
Smite the hated foe, let them feed worm and crow,
red blood soaks green grass, as the “victors” cheer.
©5.11.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
Whispers say it’s the last call, after this rumble no more,
Hushed voices call for war, after this rumble no more,