Poem: “It Takes Families To Raise A Village”


It Takes Families To Raise A Village

Men with guns surround the powerists’ vehicles.
Mothers, loving, unseen behind bulletproof glass,
Their children laughing above run-flat tires,
Dark vehicles in caravan, racing through red lights,
Happy on the way to school.

The mothers talking, motherly,
About goodness, and love, and
Daddy and cousins.
The mothers safe, the children safe,
Daddy safe.
Men with guns are there, school is safe.

The Powerists, komodo chameleons,
Each speaks in a dialect of the same
Universal powerist tongue:
Communist, Socialist, Marxist,
Statist, Fascist, Progressivist,
Capitalist, Jihadist, Democratist.

The no-power nonpersons,
Unseen, unheard, unfamilied,
Stand, still, alone, waiting,
As the vehicles pass safely by.

Copyright © Guy McClung 2016


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  • C. F. Ray

    A gun is a tool. If it is one of the tools that will help you get to heaven, then by all means learn to use it, and defy anybody that is trying to take away this quasi-sacramental exercise of your religious existence.