The Enemy Within

They come trampling over
my bosom, booming
their guns
raring to
vanquish the enemy
across my snowy peaks
I rise, appalled by
the stench of
blood and
gunpowder sullying
my pristine precincts,
aghast at their covetousness,
their callous disregard for
their world's environment,
their survival,
their future.
Would they ever
realize how their hatred
for fellow humans leads
to their doom?
Would they
ever recognize
the enemy within?
I grieve their folly.
I crumble, in despair.

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