Soldiers

I see soldiers

I see soldiers and they’re coming for me

I see soldiers led by a leader, a commander, a despot.

She fights as the commander

She fights with every weapon in her arsenal

She fights using guilt as a grenade

Her second in command

Seconds from her side

Succumbs to her sour manipulation

Who will win?

Who will lose?

Who should?

There they are:

The understudy

The tyrant

The soldiers

And the soldiers are coming