Progress: A Poem

Inevitable

Ask Flash Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY

Progress

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

I am Mr. Gatling Gun,
Come let’s go and have some fun.
Feed me bullets in my spout,
I in turn will spit them out
On the soldiers in their trench,
While the crank you duly wrench,
And the barrels spin around,
As give we the rebels ground:
Six feet each in which to lie,
Our bequest to those…