The Man With The Shotgun Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Poor Americans, you keep going about your day
while our representatives and senators can't
even do one single thing to keep our days going.
They talk as our days get shorter and our nights get longer.
They show how they care through false promises,
fakes smiles and poses, shaking hands to spread
their disease, and looking at a chessboard that
always ends in a stalemate because they are a bunch
of amateurs who should be playing tick-tack-toe.
I draw a line in the sand and stand on the side of the people
as I look on the other side full of gravediggers, politicians,
and corporations.
Which side do you stand on?
I look and I see a bunch of blurry faces standing on the line.
They are unable to choose because they have been
told what to think through images, speeches, and dreams.
They tell me that I am the crazy one for doubting
our way of life, well look where it is going.
If you ask me, we were not crazy enough.
If sanity is to be sheep among wolves
well then I want to be the man with the shotgun
protecting the sheep from the wolves.