It is a dangerous moment.
Can you feel it?

The air is thick the moment before the lightening strikes.
And all is silent for a moment before the great rumble in the earth

Groaning.

They will not leave well enough alone.
They will keep at the pot shots until we explode.
Then the fight will be on.

You have be valiant in your patience.
It has been hard resisting this trap.
But the time is coming where they will go to far
And you will not have a choice but to comeback swinging.

Not yet, but be ready.

(A profane poem for profane times)