Why must I choose
Between the axes?
I sketch a line, indeterminate -
Those who win, those who lose,
Pay value-added taxes -
Those who only serve and wait
Will graph their lives, bewail their fate.
You poets, buy your ammunition
Before the wars begin again;
Move to remote Montanan mountains
With a shotgun, and a Plan.
Those who only stand and serve
Will get the justice they deserve.
what a powerful write this is...happy to have found it to read...especially true in these times...(luckily i have a secluded mountain home on twenty acres to which i might flee...{smile})
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Question, always question else you number among the cattle. Or sheep. Or bunnies, definitely bunnies.