we couldn’t pull the trigger fast enough
there wasn’t enough gunpowder
to push the bullet down the barrel
simply not enough lead in the planet’s core
to melt and pour into shiny slugs
this is not a protest poem
you can’t protest an entire species’
unrelenting stampede toward the edge of a cliff
if the meek do inherit the earth it will be because
they’re wearing bullet-proof vests and gas masks
living like moles in the earth where the lead used to be
Words and Feathers 
If the meek inherit the earth it will be because nobody else wants it any more.
Sadly true.
Sadly true.
Yes! Enough said…
Thank you, Crow.
Wow. All the way fantastic.
Thank you.
In a sort of brutally fantastic way.
Yes it does all seem so unrelenting. I like the poem’s refusal to be a protester.