Arise oh compatriot!

My! the gall,

In my lover’s brazen call,

Fueled by her knowing,

That although I am aware,

Her incessant vows,

And unkept promises,

Are truly nothing,

But poorly-timed bows,

At her one-woman shows,

Where the spotlight upon her,

Is the spoil of a loot,

From the dimly lit places,

Where hope dares take root  —

That I’ll always regard her,

With loving surrender,

A hopeless romantic

Blind to inexcusable antics,

Who longingly drools,

At the sight of mere idealistic gruel

Serve your fatherland!

A most entitled command

From the very same soil

That swallows its children whole

And hangs their bloodied heads

Like flags on a pole

Oh God of creation, direct our noble cause!

A quite presumptuous plea

From the mouths of disillusioned sources

Whose sole mission has for long been

To turn bodies into corpses,

Stir up agonizing moans, beat down, cast stones,

And then spit up bones

But,

Sweet lover,

Dear father,

And pious believer,

Be sure to remember  —

That lovers grow weary,

Children get wiser,

And dry bones hear the word of the Lord,

An army is rising,

The Giants are coming,

And they are nothing,

Like the giants you have long claimed to be,

Who are fattened by greed,

And have deceit as their creed,

Whose story is more mythology than legacy,

Exceptionality, congruent with fallacy,

These Giants I warn of,

Are agile and quick,

Ferocious in battle,

Like those with little left to lose,

But,

Suppose they choose,

To spare you the whip,

Still, I would not dare in repose, 

Pause to rest, take a sip,

For their minds, stealthy weapons,

Are wielded with grace,

And harnessed with prowess,

Perhaps, 

This is the point where I should alert you, 

Of the dangers of minds such as these,

Minds that are aware,

Lest, I digress

An army is rising,

The Giants are coming.