02 Dec 2016 – Sonnet

You look so good in goggles while you work
machining small, precision doomsday parts
to wreak mad vengeance on your fellow jerks.
Its great when you can give it all your heart.
You worried for a while – they scared you so.
Their talk of plowshares ! Loving fellow men!
If peace broke out there’d be no place to go
for folks like you who thrill to battle’s din.
The hammers ring, their song fills up the land.
You make of men great foes where once were none.
Don’t worry that they might not understand!
You’re spewing out wild words all good men shun.
You’re great at what you do, and I’d be proud
if I could clothe the world in such a shroud!