False Prophet Poem by Dorsey Baker
False Prophet
Your gun is empty
Now
Your bullets
No longer fly
Less people will have to die
We have taken
The gun
Out of your hand
False prophet!
And now
You have no legs
Upon which to stand
False prophet!
Your walls
Have been torn down
Now
You have nothing!
Left to hide behind
The deaf
Are no longer deaf!
The blind
Are no longer blind!
False prophet!
We can see
Through your mask
We can read your mind!
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