Nothing like
the hollow minds
of tots
waiting for the lullaby's
And when they sleep
its a headless army
inspired by
nonexistent orders
given
to infinite soldiers
by
the ghosts of generals
to face
the power
might
and freedom
of people
who
are so amazing
they imagine
their enemy.
Passionate
uniformed
citizens
holding
the explosive
firepower
of weapons
christened
poetry.
One man
on the green open fields
standing
in fear
of
words
that could tear
the blank paper
of his argument
to shreds
with the simple existence
of true imagination.
Dear advertiser
who proclaims
such divine powers
I will leave you to worship
the creator
alone.
Enjoy
the open check
forged by your
rich in nothing
poor in all
master.