“Holy water cannot help you now
See I’ve had to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out”
*Seven Devils lyrics by Florence and the Machine
I can feel the tension in the way the air tightens
even among friends
I can sense it when, unprovoked, I hear
“I just can’t talk about it”
The grief borders on despair now
and the fate of us all hangs
in the balance.
People love a war,
when its fought on foreign lands
over starry ideals
and the concept of manifest destiny.
They don’t like war,
when you take it to their homes
and fight with weapons of your mind.
when you push and prod them
to sharpen their mental swords,
and prepare to spar.
People can’t understand a war
being fought over nothing.
It’s almost nothing
but it’s the right to have the
rights you were born with.
And if the crowns must crack?