"For the Kings Bay Ploughshares 7" 
In a temple somewhere
In a normal house
In a church whose doors
Are open so God
Can escape
The mice stay put
Nibbling at the wireless
Disconnect between cells
In which sit prisoners
Of unconsciousness
Texting nothings
To no one nowhere
With their latest smart-
Ass little gadgets
Their innocent little fingers
Flying across the buttons
In eager flight
As God sends urgent messages
That few can hear
Lacking service as they do.
While in a fortified bunker
The basement of the White House
Some secret hole
Men born to serve
Lack nothing but the word
"Go"
To press their dirty fingers down
And do the mice
One better.
An announcement will not follow:
"Out of service forever."
(Article changed on November 29, 2019 at 10:48)
(Article changed on November 29, 2019 at 10:57)
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