Enemies

The horseshit now was shoulder deep brought tears to eyes of innocence but in the White House was asleep the president with all his friends. Was Washington on fire now and if it was, who would it be and would they know exactly how to quench the flames the world could see? The people had been told again that foes from far away are coming fast and many men would, sadly, have to pay. 'The ultimate, your sacrifice, that's what is now expected', the people, though knew of the lies the brave had now defected. A little man stood on a drum and gave a fiery speech they called him Minnesota Rum he used to be a teach. He said that all our enemies were people, even friends he showed us how to live in peace that's where the story ends. Epilogue: The White House burned right to the ground and peace came to the land what Minnesota Rum had found they all could understand. The moral as he did reveal was in your own belief The enemy? It's just a spiel invented by a thief. Thus, common folks like you and me when hearing calls to arms shall follow a more human plea and go back to their farms.