Arms Race

Arms, legs, fists, feet, beating chests; teeth meet. Stones, bones, sharp-honed tusks, poisoned darts; obsidian clubs. Slings, arrows, outrageous bows, black-edged flints; sharp-pointed swords. Red-glare rockets, gold knightly spears, squat-humped cannons; trebuchets. Muskets, pistols, bayonet rifles, spitting Maxims; Tommy guns. Gray battleships, deep submarines, articulated tanks; V-ones, V-twos. Experimental Zeppelins, jet-fighter planes, flying forts; atomic bombs. Poison gas, Laser rays, will it ever end; the race?

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/24/2021 1:09:00 AM

I sure wish it would end; it does not seem to though; but I am definitely glad you wrote this one. It is a gorgeous write that says much.

Terry Miller
Date: 10/24/2021 7:06:00 AM

Thank you Caren I wanted to write something with an angry beat to it, and of course, it never will end.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 9/27/2021 4:40:00 AM

Man does man have ways when he wants to fight, I pray the race gets renewed by warriors who use energy spikes instead of virus spikes, ... and how is God? I hide him in my chest away from guns, I'm shooting for the moon with bullet sized stars, my friend, and a pen of course, sending you a beg hello, :) and a smile to make your day.

Terry Miller
Date: 10/2/2021 12:41:00 AM

Thank you.