Truth

They are mocking us with their flattery and smiles

They are planning our demise

They are going to shove the sword in

We collect slights like mementos from a love affair

Our hearts are locked 

Our minds cannot see the truth

Our thoughts are made sharp as steel

We are united; better to slam them preemptively 

We make war instead of a conversation

Truth

They were going to strike us 

We had no choice