We are out gunned,
out skilled, and ill equipped
for this oppressive force,
but into the trenches
and under the radar we go,
for there’s an enemy within.
Dig in, dig in.
dear men,
object to the occupation
and torture of your land.
For all it stands for
go deep into the trenches.
Into the trenches,
into the guerilla suits
of men forced to make David bleed
when Goliath is an f-16
and the money to buy men off.
Dig in, dig in
into the trenches once more.
The Poetry Of J.P. 