Planes and Tanks



What is left of hate we must send our planes and tanks to,

like finishing our plate, just like saying please and thank you.

We wait around all day, and we still won't leave the table.


So all the kids and all the moms, get ready for state-wide security,

but watch out for bullets and bombs, these rifles aren't on safety.

We're the ones with guns, please don't judge your own state of need.


Hand grenades explode against flesh and stones backlash off armored plates.

If we were going in for seconds, what's left?

We should have taken two in the first place.