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Gizmos
Had a dream
All was not as it would seem
A country afraid to make war
Became a store
Started selling their war tools
To unsuspecting needy fools
The people were wise
So they made their bombs in disguise
Hid them well
No one could even tell
Phones
Drones
Metal Clones
In plain sight they did hide
On that electric bike you ride
Like an ever spreading tide
Spreading their ware
Without a care
People paid for their own doom
Hey I will put this clock in my room
My wallet is nice and fat
Send me this send me that
That robot vacuum is where it is at
This laptop is as cool as can be
Hey they give away tablets for free
Do you not yet see
A phone next to your ear
May give you reason to fear
This electronic gizmo you now hold in your hand
......Understand.....
This plan they nurture
Someday in our future
The time becomes right
Who knows if it is day or night
They set their plan in flight
Boom
Goes your room
So starts our doom
That fancy car
The explosion was felt so very far
It lit up as bright as a star
Into chaos we are hurled
Around the world
Civilization brought to its knees
I can still hear the pleas
In both land.and the shining seas
This could or could not be true
But it is something they could do
Can you now see the light
They could win without a fight
Copyright ©
William P. Harris
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