Poetry by Joanne Oliver: November 2018

Thursday, 8 November 2018

More Guns

More guns.

Need more guns.

Arm the kids.

Arm the mums.

More guns more guns.

Arm the ones twiddling their thumbs.

Arm the dogs.

Arm the cats.

Arm the birds in the trees perhaps.

Arm the cows against the bolt.

Arm the saddest, brainless dolt.

Give a gun to aunty Dot ...she's only happy when it's smoking hot.

Arm the left.

And arm the right.

See who gun is biggest in a fight.

We can't lose guns, get that in your head.

We'll arm them all until we're all dead.