Issachar - The Armed

The weight of what’s to be done

Making you feel ill

Your plans unfulfilled

Dreams interrupted

This cannot be real

We fortify our cities

Minds bound

Despair is what we cling to now

Fear-filled

Eyes shroud

Consulting our records

No grounds

Hopeful that a precedent is found

Anxious

Angst-less

Cowards

I can’t see it but I think it’s here

It’s here now

I can’t feel it but I think it’s real

Make it real

It’s real now

Are you happy?

Are you fulfilled?

Are you craving a change?

The hours

The days

Making you ill

But you put it off

You keep punching the clock

Leaving it as a thought

Complacent

Complicit

In all that they’ve done

To keep tearing you down

They keep tearing you down

Tear you down