This is not a fight

This is not a battle

This is a war
This is a war with words
Words and imagery
wherein some fight fair
most skulk in shadows
And, like the Devil, their greatest
trick is to not exist as they pile casualty upon casualty and those
casualties all started as innocent civilians in this decidedly uncivil war

Casualties who, if not dead or utterly broken, are left swinging at windmills
Noble, yes. But also ridiculed
laughed at
ostracized
in a second betrayal as the trenches turn into secret tunnels
Some who fight have seen the beast but not felt it's bite
Some who fight will stand next to the casualty and shout:
- Yes, I see it too, you are not alone, there are more tunnels like yours and I stand by you!
Some who fight have not felt the bite but they have seen the wounds
The scars
The discarded body parts

By their tracks we know them
By their shadow we know them
By the devastation they have left behind we know them
Vengeful casualty or outraged volunteer
We know the nature of the enemy even if we don't know their names or see their faces and when they drag us into the tunnels they have dug to hide the slaughter they propagate we will not give in or be buried

We will not be silent
We will grab their wormy tails and drag them up into the Suns harsh glare where they will burn and shrivel, every tunnel will be exhumed and we will rise from the collapsing earth and scream in triumph as the enemy turns to a greasy stain and we will dive back into the earth to find more tunnels and we will dig them out, those that find their pleasure in dirt and filth, those that scar and maim and mutilate, our rage and our hate will guide us, casualty and volunteer side by side and yes, the enemy will breed new maggots to feed on suffering but we will not stop we will not run for we are done with fear and running now,we will not stop
We will not stop

So we wage our war
with words and imagery
This is not a fight
This is not a battle

This War goes on