“Oh I Went To The Enemy’s Camp...” (Sun Tzu 2:5) (Matthew 12:30-32; 24:42-51; 6:25-34; Mark 9:38-41; Luke 11:23; Ephesians 6:10-18)

If truth it is you wish to see,
Just who is with the enemy,
Just follow cash – that’s never wrong,
For where it goes, they tag along.

Policemen say that’s true as well –
To see just follow cash, it tells
You what is really going on,
For money talks – it’s never wrong.

Provision for the troops away,
Costs money, so it helps defray
Expenses – they live off the land;
Some locals lend a helping hand.

But others raise their prices high –
“The Army’s here! I will not die
But make my fortune, hike my price;
Whoopee! A war! I’ll do all right!”

But back at home folks harbor doubt –
“That’s nice, but what if we run out?
It costs a heap to ship that stuff,
Their prices will inflate – that’s rough”.

The leaders can help out of course –
Move fast – don’t stop to reinforce;
Be just a bit ahead of foe,
It costs far less than food-to-go.

The leadership must know the score –
How conflict raises hardships more;
How people lose in many ways;
So they must see quick ending pays.

Equipment they should take from home;
Draw food and forage as they roam
across the land of enemy,
It saves a heap on drayage fees.

It’s twenty sacks to one out there,
So don’t ship much for man or mare;
Provision from the enemy
Which brings us back to, “Who is he?”

The army then well-fed will be;
At home there’ll be less poverty;
In government and on the farms,
Impoverishment won’t sound alarms.

Then too, theft drops to minimum –
Long shipments shrink throughout their run;
With empty stomachs, troops can’t fight –
Supplies at hand will set things right.

Two groups at home will pay such costs,
If to transporters funds are lost:
The peasantry; those with surnames
Who to the fore with resource came.

Not many – just one hundred names,
In any place it’s just the same;
If they’re impoverished that’s no good,
For they’re the core – that’s understood.

So, who in fact’s the enemy?
Not flesh and blood, that’s plain to see;
Though often they cooperate,
It’s not the people whom we hate.

But evil – evil one instead,
The one who dickers with one’s head;
Says, “It won’t matter, no one cares”,
Then when we yield, to crap compares.

The one who says, “What? Boards on ice?
Free-skating ’cross the pond is nice;
Come outside those restricting boards,
And taste free-skating’s great rewards”.

Then, when we do, and find the game
Is slower, looser, not the same,
For its disrupted chasing pucks
Across the ice, he sits and clucks –

“Too bad, you lose, I gotcha man;
You lost your wife; you’re in the can;
Your friends all hate what you have done,
As you free-skated just for fun”.

Discernment’s needed in this case;
“Live off the foe – avoid the waste
Of transport when you should be fed
Out there where army has been led”.

For who – just who is enemy?
“Old you know-who”, that we can see;
But cash, provision – where’s that found?
Confusing as we look around.

Look around? Yes, look around.
Food, and provision will be found
For God supplies the sparrows’ seed,
And through His servants, servants feed.

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