Why do you need a magazine
when one bullet locked to the core
has the power to cut electricity for an entire city?
Do you not trust your accuracy?
The integrity of man lies in its
ability to forge daggers out of words -- But any other weapon can and must rust,
Even oxygen knows that and speeds along the process.
The power of speech developed years before anyone could write the word
STOP
in protest of the word GO.
Yet only hisses slip from your metal tongue.
No one understands the cold machine of the iron age,
so where is the head that controls it --
Or is it just a hand?
a finger?
a cell where the mind believes it must confine
to surrender all its mental worth.
A blade of grass no longer has an edge,
but a blunt stump where the point should have climbed
higher before reaching the sky.
There is a feeling in all of Us,
A deep seated fear that questions if all is for naught.
So We stand at attention to salute the prospect of love in our community
Where hope must always remain
So that those kindred spirits can find a welcoming home in our millions
rather than fear every door locking down
with bulletproof walls and bolted doors for protection.
We try to call ourselves Free while We quake.
*We Are All One
And United We Must Stand*