Fear of Terror

Commanders guide the blind, clean their moral-set mind, Diverge the attention, hype terror, build-up the tension, marginalise error, Consequence to the aggression, people are left in humanitarian regression, The unaffected - clasp on to temporary relief, the instinct is to fear what may come about, the others shall be left in dis-belief - whilst one is left to doubt, whether there is time to engage in grief, or await their inevitable rout, Cruel as reality seems, it is a war of teams, those with power, who update by the hour, and those who are powerless, disregarded and hopeless, Simultaneously, extremists slaughter ´till blood off of bodies will ooze, roles ironically ´equalise´, both teams now potential victims of mass abuse, terror is but a taunting act, a gruesome ruse, a way to distract, with a hidden lit fuse, freedom of expression is now shunned upon, people are confused and fearsome, a threat convincing enough is but an attack, once fire is established they are unable to retract, fire is fought with fire, victims are beginning to tire, yet regret is not an emotion felt by those who kill, they collect the motion as a token of their power, a step up the staircase to their dictatorial, where those who speak the truth will be tossed in a pile, future... what future will arise, from a war inflicted, petrified with lies, terrified generation left conflicted, to flea or to stand your ground, if you hide... will you be found, Have hope that guilt will manifest in those in power, the flicker of morality will ignite within, before all ´once´sweet becomes sour.