The Unspoken War
A/N: If you'll remember, I wrote a WWE-bashing poem two years ago. I tried to watch again and see from the other point of view, that's whena friend of mine introduced me to a few old DVDs of a wrestling company called TNA, the wrestling program that I've been watching ever since. This is a poem about the downfall of WCW, the nice little monopoly WWF had as it became WWE, and the rise/possible fall of TNA. You never know what the future will bring, right?
I was witness to a war once
A small force of veterans
Facing an insurmountable young army
Their leaders, two unfeeling men
Striving for riches and power
Thursdays held small fights
But, oh, Mondays
Mondays held great battles
As the dust settled
The greater of two evils
Prospered with his young warriors
Taking all the veterans stood for
Along with their comrades
It sickened me
Although I was very young
And did not understand
I praised the winner
For several more years
Until it's greed
Contorted it purpose
And a Federation of warriors
Became the Entertainment
Of a power hungry old man
I refused watch
The glorious victors
It wasn't until years later
That I thought anyone
Could face such an army
Without their own fate matching
That of the conquered veterans'
Through whispers I heard of another
A former veteran of the failed militia
Who started an underground resistance
Of young, skilled soldiers
Men who could fly higher
Rivaling the strength and skill
Of the power monger's troops
The winners of the previous war
Tired, miserable, battling constantly
Driven like slaves rather than warriors
Did not see reason to worry
For their fortune and supporters
Hadn't shifted in the slightest
Aside from those like myself
Who strayed out of disgust
The resistance grew rapidly
More than many others
As former soldiers joined their ranks
Supporters of the older army
Began to listen to this underground force
As they spoke truths of the evils
Their rival had committed
Leading many of those men
Who had fought so long
For nothing but spoils
To travel across enemy lines
For seven years,
This silent war has raged on
With nothing more threatening than
Harsh words from the resistance
And ignorance from the enemy
To show for it
The resistance has began to fail
Resorting to tactics of their rivals
To prove a point? Maybe.
I'm not entirely sure
I pray for their prosperity
For their security
Though they have become
Somewhat reminiscent of the veterans
Relying on the histories of the old men
Rather than the strength of the young
Their future frightens me now
This force, small and fragile
Could be blotted out forever
By the selfish leader
Of their powerful enemy
These men and women have
Given me hope in their fight
As nay-sayers continue to berate
My faith in this growing army
Hypocrites shouting of biased opinions
Praising a heartless war lord
While insulting our leader
Accusing him of the same
When will both sides break the silence
Of the coming war?
Could their ignorance turn in our favor?
Or will our hopes shatter
Under their sadistic leader's shoe
As he struts away with our militia's
Name and soldiers?
Could we ever put our arms down
And see these soldiers' livelihoods
As more than "us and them"?
Let's not speak of it.