by Little Bear

I will chew at your heart
I will burn through your soul
I will destroy your endeavours
I will lie, cheat and addle your mind

I will divide, kill and conquer
I will tear up your shores,
Gallipoli, Armenia, Rwanda,
it matters not,
you will not know,
what any of it is for…

I am the drug that bludgeons
it’s way through your veins,
providing “reasonable” excuse,
to deceive, deprive and lie.

I am the wrinkle in the shirt
that detracts from the whole
I will, will your will
I am a deadly little mole.

The gloss will be lost
paint will dry and crack and thicken,
burning in the mid-day sun
your will unto me,
you are stricken.

The tide will run out
and race back to shore,
blind to my danger
onto you, my wave, I will implore.

You are blinded and confused,
such is my power
even the gentlest of hearts,
I will consume and dismember.

And of all the things
Churchill once said
the only thing to fear, is fear
but fear not,
to look upon me with dread.

So heed my warning, unto you now
but do your best,
your very best,
to never give me your power.

For I feed on the bottom
I will take as much as I can
my hunger knows no limits,
if you could –
you should ensure that I am banned.

But listen even further
there is more now my dear friend
for the flow of this wave,
the tide of my force
I can be, stemmed.

For fear is my name
your power you give to me
but love my dear foe
will each and every time,

Set you free.

Little Bear