Watch Your Own Back
The guard high on a tall tower
The patrol walkin’ around us
Observe for seven, eight hours
In order to protect us
Where’s a detective?
Where’s the guard gone?
Why’s it feel we need one?
Where did we go wrong?
We observe, but we don’t see
Enemy approaches ominously
The signalman yawns, scratched chin
Watcher’s skin crawls deep within
The enemy is sometimes physical
But starts early, pining, lyrical
Better off with a gangsta president
Then live in a land where none repent
When you see it like you do
Try to see it like me
When you see ‘em comin’ fast
The knife’s already in your back
They tempt you with their rubbish
They trick you with their lies
The enemy circles around us
They’ve been here this whole time
The watchman doesn’t warn them
Destroyed, distracted, numerically
Your number’s up now, overcome it
Repent, don’t be a victim spiritually
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 16, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
