When the guns come with the warlords of the world
As they have through the corridors of history
And burn the books and strip the shelves of words,
We’ll carve points upon the shards of charcoal
And do our writing on the walls.
You can shoot the poets and praise the politicians,
But all the ammunition of the armies and their arms
Cannot implode the ideas of the idealistic
As we scamper tunnel to subway to sewer
And do our writing on the walls.
If the fools who follow folly
Drop the final destructive bomb
And blast mankind to the Stone Age
We will do as the cavemen could
And do our writing on the walls.
Photo is of the Freedom of Speech Wall in Charlottesville, Va. taken by the author 2007.
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