We’re in the grip of something;
We are not quite sure what.
It’s crew, so strange and shifty,
Is hatching some dark plot.
It once seemed so far from us,
But now starts to inject
Its bigotry and poison
In all it can infect.
It creeps beneath the radar
When attention is elsewhere;
With one grab it conditions
It’s prey inside its lair,
Releasing them emboldened
To stalk those who remain.
The grip is ever tightened
And will be so again.
Indoctrination misinformation conditioning comedy of menace bigotry poison body snatchers
Your first two lines are the key lines here Stephen. It’s the implied threat that is more insidious than the actual outcomes.
Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, Stephen; as some of us are finding out too late.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Wed 23rd Jul 2025 11:40
It was never far from us,
always the enemy within;
look over there, those foreign folk
have come to steal your homes and jobs,
forget they flee the wars we've waged,
forget we've wrecked all you held dear,
your NHS that's on its knees,
your mental health that's in the bin,
look over there, at that failed state,
those terrorists we've armed for years,
the enemy is them, not us;
but you loved us so, forgot our sins,
and now you are the enemy within.