Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Weapon of The Mind

I can see them flying in the air, ripping through clouds and dancing in the sky like Homer odyssey composing a sweet heart lullaby .It’s the magic of the sea that creates the mystery for thee, so unique, so sweet; it is the genius of mankind that makes everything so divine, creating weapons of the mind.

Day breaks with the sound of missiles hissing like python crawling in the sky, to surprise the adversary walking in unknown territory. I can feel the heat in my bones and the projectile hitting on the ground and human brain scattered all around. You have bases all over the place and storage facilities deep underground, we know what you have, and you can make the universe real sad.

You build poisonous weapon of the mind and you display them in the physical realm to destroys our boys and girls, the explode in balls of fire, destroying   the relics of time, burning museums and building and expensive inventions that takes hundreds of years it create and decades to update.
   
Rare earth mineral bubbling in the hills, while enrich Uranium is snoring beneath the ground and agony is homeward bound. You build weapon of war that agitate the stars, you build weapon of war that is bigger than man, and cranes have to hoist it off the ground for the launch is so profound. 

All around us is destruction, burnt out buildings, large creators in the ground and frightened village people running around, dodging rockets that are burning their houses down leaving them destitute with clothes or home.

The weapon of the mind is telling you what to do; the weapon of the mind is destroying the universe that is embedded in you; you must recreate the world so that my friends can spend time with the girls. The children are wandering around in the street with bundles on their head for their mothers and fathers are dead.

Old men with long grey beard trembling in the final days  of their years; you have no well-defined leader, but you have lots of “loud speakers”. Bring all the children to the square and look them in the eyes and tell them that you care and you will build a new future for them this year. Old bald head men, open your eyes your son and daughters are dead and their spirits are floating in heaven and the terrorist are buried in the pit of hell.

Look the children in the eyes and tear down the ayatollah from the sky. You are living but you don’t have a future. The futures are in the square and they are so innocent and dear.

 Remove all the uranium from the land and sell all the weapon of war to end the brawl. Make a pledge that you will build no more weapon of war for the children are the sacrifice that you will give for the universe to live .You must sign the decree, and observe the waves as it rides the shore. The weapon of war will be no more and the weapon of the mind must be controlled on time.

                                Eradicated the weapon of war from the mind.

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