Early Warnings: Ignored
It was on the eve of destruction
In the Earliest Stages
When the earliest signs went unnoticed
But all of the signs were right there.
First came the scouting,
All deception , and smiles,
Followed by sniping.
And then the shooting began.
And still the people behaved unaware.
Then came the skirmishes,
Then came the raids.
These were followed
By bombardments
And the loss of the aides…
And the defences began to fall,
One by desperate one.
Spies snuck through their falling walls
And ramparts were torn all apart.
Anger raged,
The mildest of tempers flared
Everywhere, on all of their fronts.
Desperation set in
And despair crippled will,
And the forces fell into complete disarray.
The scrambling was pathetic to see.
Weak and defeated,
The patient lay down
In surrender
With a final farewell
And a sigh that said,
“We did fight our best,”
As the doctor declared
“This patient is gone.”
In the City
In the city the people were happy,
The brothers and sisters, they played,
Their conversations were snappy
And all of their bills had been paid.
They heard not the bullets, saw not the fray,
They even pooh-pooed the warnings,
And even pretended to pray—
Then went on to a house warming.
They refused to join the brotherhood fight,
They said you’re doing a good job,
And were ever so upset at the news
Their loved one had died for his views.
In the end, they said, it’ll all be all right—
Then they were attacked by the mob,
And the doctor declared
“This patient is dead,”
And the family planned
His burial with
With a diatribe for the foe,
Wishing devoutly
That he had not died,
But that the victim had been
the killer instead:
Alzheimer’s.
And the people in the city regretted their choice,
Then went on exercising their own voice.
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