THE ENEMY
Now that our enemy
is invisible,
we no longer know
who to throw rocks at.
They spend their time
drinking wine,
while we
spend our time
crying.
I long for the good old days
when we knew
who was pulling our chain.
Everything
has changed.
There's no longer a way
to set things right.
The bell rings,
but no one comes out to fight.
George Snedeker