There’s a war going on.
Inside.
There’s a war going on.
I’ll hide.
Nowhere to escape,
I stand.
A small, white flag
In hand.
What’s the meaning of this
They demand.
It’s not mine to tell,
I turn.
Knowing full well all
Will burn.
To the ground not a
Moment before.
You’ll come to me and
Open the door.
~J.D.L,
Going On 40 