And egos filled,
Most have picked a side.
Their views obscured through Twitter, but soon there'll be nowhere to hide.
The war will be long and be brutal,
And watched through a camera phone,
As protests are shut down and halted,
And more than milkshakes will flow.
The powers that be do not listen,
They'll strip away all that they dare,
The powers are part of the problem,
As the populace groans with despair,
The powers have proven divisive,
As hatred builds up in the air,
Experts say there will be lightning and storms,
But the powers that be do not care.
In back rooms the knives will be sharpened,
While rebels build big bombs in droves,
The long awaited battle ground will be in and around peoples homes.
The people are the ones who will suffer,
While they try to get on with their lives,
The people will keep calm and carry on,
Despite the propaganda and lies,
The signs of the war will be obvious,
Yet the populace cower in bed,
The people will try to stay neutral,
Until the moment a loved one lays dead.