A short little piece I wrote about two years or more ago. I wrote it to inspire the reader to provide his or her own interpretation. Don't know if I succeeded, but I hope you all like it. :)
In this future, on this soil,
War won't be fought with guns or knives.
Neither over religion or honour or oil.
Nukes won't be raining from the skies
The next war will be fought in you
In your heart, your soul, your body, your brain,
You will fight yourself, to discover the truth.
That tunnel's bright, imposing,
Fast approaching,
Despair-loaded train?
That will be the rest of the world.
And you will lay on the tracks
While the rest of you mans the controls.
If you lose, there will be nothing left of you
Through the means of bankrupting you
Morally. Legally. Intellectually. Freely.
Again and again and again, till you become
Like countless others
Part of the track.
This war is one between those who seek to control you
Using your own means of living
And you, who takes to living
Solely by his own means.
May the best you win.
