Sworn to fight against enemies

Both foreign and domestic

It’s hard to tell the frenemies

And quite often erratic

You want to give that chance

But when you do that

You dance that deadly dance

It’s just where it’s at

A sad sort of matter of fact

And never the desired act

That it’s very hard to tell

And far too easy to sell

Who is enemy and who is friend

In this war that will never end