At the Revolution
When we go to the streets
we'll have no guns
only the weapons designed
not to kill but to discuss
and understand. They'll
wipe us out the first week.
we'll have no guns
only the weapons designed
not to kill but to discuss
and understand. They'll
wipe us out the first week.
Two weeks is longer than we'd get trying to shoot it out with robots. *
Sad but true.*
The last revolution fizzled out when everyone went home with the munchies. Today? They'll all be caffeinated and talking so fast the words will burn out like meteor splash before they can reach the inner ear.
No escaping the darkness. Good piece, Gary. I like it.
That's why I keep a couple of six guns around. *
They'll wipe us out even sooner.
Thanks to everyone for your responses.
Unlike Jake, I keep a six pack handy and a rye sense of humor. Great little poem, Gary.
Thank you, Daniel.
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Yes, it's sad but true - but this poem goes bang! *
Thank you, Gary and Sara.