Labeled

It’s not about an enemy invasion
With ground soldiers dodging bullets
Labeled – enemy.

You die.

It is a Word War. You are marked, none the less.
Stomped into the medical system
With such furor, danger appears – and disappears
into the miles of files.
Hidden deeper, far under the paper foliage.
Does that mean the terrorist is gone?

No, Memory Soldier.

Listen. I awaken in the wee hours.

What is it I see,
Besides the 2a.m. clock’s face?

I see an enemy of mine–Unruly Mind.
That’s what I see
…and the infernal marching of time.

What is it I hear?
Am I what they say of me?
Or… am I still the same ol’ me?
Why does it matter?
Does it matter?

Oh, it matters what they say!
Diagnosed to the Battlegrounds of A.

The end result is all the same,
No militia needed from outside in
For disappearances hasten from inside out.

Hey! Hey!

Remember me, it is my inalienable right!
Stand up. Fight without ravished despair.

“Enemy, don’t count me out,” I say, I say, I say
What’s in a label any ol’ way?

I’m needed by people
– L A B E L E D people, like me.