Strange arrows shot
No bows seen
No known direction of where theyve been
Feirce war chants heard
No people came
No one could even give out a name
Closer and closer they seem to be each day
But the worse is we cant run
Cuz we dont know their way
No one can be trusted not even your own
Cuz the only person who is to watch your backs
Leaves your sheild walls with huge cracks
Fighting hidden wars
Is the worst ever
No enemies known
No weapons encrypted or trails open ajar
And we keep pn saying "Never"
Would we rest until their identity is blown
Then we try to decipher
But in order to do so we have to trust, trust with undercover
The circle has to be kept as small as possible
To avoid the inevitable
And in the end this trust could lead us to our doom or pur voom ( victory).
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Fighting Hidden Wars
PoetryA poem with deep meanings .....you could be stabbed by the least person u expect...
