THEIR DAY IS COMING

THEIR DAY IS COMING

I
Patiently
Smoke my
Cigarette
And quietly

Wait

Because
In reality
In mourning
That’s all a man
Can do

In times
Like these

My age
Doesn’t matter
My weapons
Don’t matter but
My voice?

Still
Matters

Even though
They have tried
Time & time
Again to drown
It out

For the secret
That most people
On the wrong side of
History don’t
Understand is
That Poetry & Words
Are the most indestructible
Most powerful weapons
On earth

Stronger than a
Gun or a bomb
Strong enough to lay
Waste to a fascist regime
With the wave of my soul

Powerful enough to
Target monsters

And turn them

Into ash

So I
Quietly smoke
My cigarette

And simply wait
Simply write

With a seven hundred thousand
Other voices on my side

Who have my back

For I am no man
I am destruction
I am peace

And even
After I die by
The end of a rope
Or by a bullet

Those words
Will avenge me
Avenge us

And even if it
Takes years or
Centuries

Will decimate my
Enemies

With HOPE

~ R.M. Engelhardt
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