Fall In Their Midst

I’ve been hunting

And I’ve been searching

Repeating this sequential confronting

I execute the daily working

As my enemy is waiting for me

Always behind the mountain lurking

Watching every move I make

Silently in the valley they remain unseen

Listening to every step I take

They wait for me each day

Stalk me by my trailing scent

I become their prey

I continue with my crusade

With an enveloping heart

No matter how much I am dismayed

With all my given reason

Advance with colossal potency

Even if held accountable for treason

It is my duty as a man with a wounded knee

In this midst I will reach out for you

And release your innocent soul free

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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