So in benign understanding
as in music to soothe the wounded deaf savages
genuflecting to the breasted succubi in pale sack cloth
who reads minds and are mistresses of plantations
with indentures servants without minds
the famed bang-bang perceptions originators
exponents of the school of triggers
we kindly offer
to these trigger-thoughts marauders
the rubber bullets
to their low calibre rapid firing revolvers
and indulgently watch them
firing open doors
spraying anything black
shot for the eye
aim for the tall and the fat as whale
get the hair line and the profile in sight
look for the missing tooth and tell me no lies
do not scream or betray this army of goons
hurray, we have the key to the mind
and we watch in 'as if'
and we laugh because we know
when hens peck at grit they swallow little stones too
and rubber bullets do not ****
and the bigger picture is far from the maddened crowd