On The Ramparts

“You know they’re gonna come for us, right?
They’re out there just waiting, just like they
waited for all those others, all those poor
bastards that thought they had nothing to
fear, nothing worth stealing, nothing to lose.
You know that’s true, right?
………………………………………….You better not
look away, no matter what happens; better not
nod off or lose your focus even for a minute,
not even long enough to just light up a smoke
because your naptimes will be over forever and
your smoking days will be done.
…………………………………………………I know
you think I’m full of it; that I’m just some
kind of raving paranoid lunatic, but I know
what I know; I’ve been around awhile and
I’ve seen what I’ve seen and I’m telling you:
there used to be a lot more of us out there
than them, and now—now there’s just us,
the last ones left, and there’s all of them,
out there waiting for a single slip-up,
waiting for just one of us to doze off or
lose track or to just give in and comply.

Fire up the searchlights, Brother;
it’s getting pretty dark out there.”

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Poets United – Midweek Motif – Vigilance
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13 thoughts on “On The Ramparts

  1. Wow! This is on the cutting edge of reality and paranoia–I mean, given the reference to the USA national anthem–this could apply to the border guard, to the troops on the line, and even to the hoards who keep moving from the worst to the unimaginable. Bravo!

  2. There are now, it seems, WAY more of them than of us, and it is pretty scary. I love the tense tone of this – if not tense now, then when? Smiles.

  3. My immediate co-relation was to stories from WW1 in the trenches in Normandy, France just waiting for the other side to attack or for you to be ordered over the top to advance regardless.

  4. Yes it did feel a bit WW1 like, although in some distopian future there my be such a situation arise where the haves and have nots are the ones that are in conflict.

  5. This poem is enough to make anyone paranoid! I love the direct address, the thread of fear that runs through it, feel sorry for ‘all those poor bastards that thought they had nothing to fear’, and love the urgency of the lines:
    ‘…better not
    nod off or lose your focus even for a minute,
    not even long enough to just light up a smoke
    because your naptimes will be over forever and
    your smoking days will be done.’

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