Will I?

Will I?

by Joel Howard

"You earth-scum,"

the adversary addresses me flippantly today

and like a puppet he inspires my lips with questions:

"Will I be enough? Will I have enough?

Darn! I am surely bound to run out!"

I drop my hands and my neck bows down

soul now forlorn

Look back above, the enemy's left 

Now the choice is mine:

Do I give the lies airtime in my mind?

Or leave them behind?