I once woke up with this poem in my head, make of it what you will

Treachery

Toothless, witless men. Dancing in the shifting sands.

Rising up to kill the Man, to take a stand.

West vs. Eastern clans, fighting for each others land.

Signing deeds in guiltless blood, shed by greedy hands.

Don’t let them see, they won’t understand.

Don’t let them look at your weak left hand.