The Sun’s Gun

photo by Nicu Buculei

You sell fuel to the sun
To build bigger guns
But when the world burns down
They’ll be nowhere left to run

But still, you’d let the world drown
Before you’d rid yourself of a single gun
But what will do you when there is nothing but your guns

Your skyward friend won’t be there in the end
But you’re acting as if your guns can defend you
From the sun you fueled up