The Defense of Violence

 

The Defense of Violence

 

See them!

They do obeisance

At the altar of bloodshed.

How they long

For the hot spatter red.

A lust is in them,

Slaked only with gore,

Mangled by their hand.

POW! POW!! POW!!! POW!!!!

That is their song.

POW! POW!! POW!!! POW!!!!

See the flailing flesh!

POW! POW!! POW!!! POW!!!!

They caress the machine,

That can provide them

With so many endings.

“I require self-defense!”

They can’t wait to unleash it.

“It’s mental illness!”

Dive right in, friend.

“In case of tyranny!”

We are already hostaged

To the NRA.

These worshippers of carnage

Have us wading through their maimings

For they will suckle

At a teat of blood.

Their affections are measured

In long mags and cordite,

Their only use for life,

Is how much of it

They can take.

Their love of death

Is loudly proclaimed.

But they too

Cannot avoid its touch.

And that may save a few lives.

 

Cliff Lake 5/7/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

 

 

 

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