The True Enemy
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
Fear is the alien beast,
It sits in the dark and looks for lies.
Fear knows how to spot its dinner,
Knows when to sit on your chest and crow.
You think you are better than fear,
But all those guns mean nothing
Except how much fear has worn you down.
Fear likes loud noises,
Likes sleepless nights with its best friend,
It has your number,
Licks it's sharp lips
Whenever you watch the news.
Fear lives in the politicians' wet dreams,
Stirs the pot with herbs of failure,
Loves the latest violent movie.
Whenever someone sneezes in Africa,
Fear flies to America for the holiday.
Fear is your mother's voice in childhood,
The ice, the water, the air,
All hold the danger of fear's offspring:
Fear is yesterday masquerading as tomorrow.
Fear is the dollar no longer in your pocket.
Fear is the memory of something that happened
To someone else, far away.
Fear enjoys those little moments of almost,
Resents those accidents of not-quite.
Fear gets in through your ears, your eyes,
Fear is the voice of the self-anointed expert,
Of the minions by the millions
Already stuck between the toes of fear.
Fear is death every second,
Is the lungs and bowel of defeat.
Fear only has one fear itself:
Those few who choose
To see fear for what it really is,
The failed heart, the defective imagination.
Fear wins when you believe it's lie.
Fear loses when you laugh at the charging beast.
The mob is fear,
Because it has stopped being actual people,
Has accepted the authority of fear.
Fear is what we cannot achieve,
What we must not do.
Fear never says yes,
Never has a new idea.
Fear buys cheap, and sells cheaper.
Fear makes every product worthless,
Every joy a cheat.
You cannot stop fear with weapons:
Weapons are fear's best friend.
You cannot stop fear with war:
War is fear's boon companion.
You cannot stop fear with drugs:
The mind encased in cement is not nimble.
Fear tells you it offers the only hope,
Tells you to give up, give in,
Give away any power you might have.
Fear likes to be listened to all the time.
Fear is the ultimate narcissist,
Loves your trembling and rage,
Takes them for your thrall to it's power.
But as you bow down, remember this:
You are the one choosing fear.
You are the enabler of fear's stranglehold.
Fear not, saith the Lord,
Yet the Lord offers fear upon fear,
Demands obedience with the same voice.
Fear is the handmaiden of belief.
What do you believe?
When will you stop?