we will be given arrows
we have grown old.
yesterday we had water.
today, we drink whiskey
and talk of capitalism,
social politics, and the common man.
yesterday, we were
the bottom rung
of a step stool that
never hurt anyone.
tomorrow, we will be
shakers of mountains,
movers of the earth,
at the helm
of a terrible machine we
once were only
a cog inside.
we will be given arrows
backed by guarded gold
and where we choose
to fling them will
tell us just what kind of
men we are.
we have been given the keys
to this city we live in,
babylon of the earth,
and oh Lord let us not
open with them
pandora's box.
