Kids Without Guns

There’s rarely any joy

Left in leveling the playing field

Kill or be killed

And the world doesn’t want a shield

Only to sleep and to work

For the end

To live by the dollar

And die by the trend

To defend them would be

My existence’s

Honor

But I covet peace

Like a kami wind bomber

Just pondering all of the dreams

That they squander

The people they slaughter

These true men in ruins

Of Frankenstein’s Monster

A Las Vegas concert

A Wild West myth

I pack write lightning heat

Like a Mustafar Sith

But this Vader comes later

To savor the darkness

Within the machine’s

Pax-American carcass

Of ravenous Reagan’s

Who’d let your kids starve

And contain the unsane

To fund wars in the stars

Don’t you see?

It’s the same tricky dixiecrat reaper

Delusional geezer

The neo-Liberial pyramid schemer

Who still thinks illegal is Spanish for dreamer

And trains Contra dogs

For some searches and seizure

Misogyny cowboy

Digs coal in a hole

His cash flowin’ like oil’s

Re-standardized gold

As the livestock in rot market’s

Shelves gettin’ old

As they waste away youth

With MAD weapons they hold

Convincing us greed

Is salvation of soul

Until even the “good” neighborhood’s

Hooked on Cold

Where the story unfolds yet again in my favor

Just penned in the blood of the winning side’s slavers