Arrows or bullets? Or maybe chop your head off instead.

Maybe you’ll burn or drown deep under the water.

Drawn & quartered? Too passé I think.

Down past the water, where it really runs, is where they will be waiting for us. And you damn well know who gave us up now dontcha? C’mon now, you know you know you know.

Might be too uncool or uncool to say because they might be listening and you might offend. Or just maybe get your head chopped off.

No, silly me oh me, not by them but by THEM. They’ve decided that the best plan is to get there first and beat them to the knife. That way there is no blame to lay.

Just policy sir, just policy.

No new legends can be born before the old gods die and reach rejuvenation. Bring them back with all the wrath and pomp and circumspection. That’s what they want…I know it is.

You see, when no one is left to see me then I am finally free to be me. Hide behind whatever I can to mask them off. No harm and no foolish pleasure there, Just practicality.

Just policy ma’am, just policy.

There used to be a time when it mattered, when good men were still good and bad men died. That was around the time that many hoped for change and change is just what they done got. Signed, sealed, and tweeted out for all. For at least some anyhow.

Did you see it? Did any of it, any of it at all disturb your better halves? There is a nature that can be bettered and some have said it was so, that it mattered when it came time to put it back on the line and decide just what was never again to be the same.

You see, there is no change when things remain the same. No matter the price or repercussions there must be change.

Tribes demand it and leaders provide it. Even if it ain’t no damn good for anyone.

Just policy my friend, just policy.

And soon there were none. And there was nothing left that change had not infested. Change for change; tit for tat; left for right and so it went and so it goes.

Well, it really don’t go any longer. But you don’t really care about that now do you?

Can it really be that so many for so long were so blind or deaf. Or maybe just dumb…or stupid. The eyes, the ears, the mouth and the brain. Kind of foolish things to trade for change I think.

But what I think don’t matter. It never did. And I tried a little but not a lot and the arrows and the bullets and the fire and water took me down so quickly and easily.

Not much of a fight at all. Not much point in that anyhow.

You cannot fight alone. Not any longer.

No shame. Just policy my son, just policy.