Enemies

Desperately seeking enemies,
 
we find only unrecognized reflections
 
of ourselves.
 
 
Another battle won,
 
in a war long lost.
 
 
Undeterred,
 
we advance
 
to the next front
 
in search of meaning.
 
 
What else can we do,
 
we, the condemned,
 
the Free?