Home Front

By Cliff Lake

 

Home Front

 

What news from the front

Established now in the capitol

And warring within?

The preemptive strike

Against the media they own,

A warning of a plot

That they enact themselves:

Reverse engineering the truth

To set themselves free.

 

Let the tale now be told

By the least informed,

The easiest swayed.

Their enemy named:

Any with a question,

Any with proof of misdeed,

Any not on the knee before them.

 

The bombs fall on foreign soil,

The strangulation is at home.

 

Crisis,

Situation,

Dilemma,

Catastrophe,

A program composed of confusion,

But a program nonetheless,

Which way to turn

When every direction is further down?

A program of confusion,

Disguising the intent.

 

What songs are sung again

By Crusaders of this century,

Inspired by promise of redemption

For crimes committed by someone else,

But gladly absorbed,

And explained away,

To give themselves permissions

For pettiness,

And the rewards of greed.

 

The bombs fall on foreign soil,

The poison is at home.

 

What stories are told

To paid parrots,

To the sycophant wide-eyed,

To the unread,

The untaught,

The fringe desperate for recognition?

What conspiracy suffices?

What trickery honey-baked?

They will only heed

Forked tongues that sing sweetly,

And point in many directions at once.

 

What news from the front,

Situated in your front yard,

In your schools,

In your pocket,

Out of your pocket,

And gone…

A preemptive strike

You only feel,

When the bills come due.

 

The bombs fall on foreign soil,

The fight is here at home.

 

Cliff Lake 3/4/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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