Rubber Bullets Poem by James McLain

Silenced from above
those whom
would silence me are
all around U.S.

You won't know until
it's to late
that their lead, copper
jacket has your name on it.

Sleeveless,
jackets you cannot wear
and lead that is
untended for your teeth.

Are you
perceived by only
your self
as a poet perhaps an artist
that hates
blood, guts and gore.

As it spreads around you, you
have chosen
to ignore it chosen to insulate
your self
in that special place
where you think your safe
but your not.

You are filled with fear
and like those whom use hostages
for shield's
have been driven like cattle
to that certain place
where you will be slaughtered.

We only use rubber bullets on
you now
and lay in wait until
it's to late to speak up, then
real bullets
that eat human flesh
will be unleashed on all of
you then.

If you considered your self good
and allowed that witch
was bad to come about then
are you not like all of them whom
hid in the dark?