Weapons

I am the lone booker

The mass reading event
To riddle the bodies of people with fresh ideas
The reading lust a decimation of ignorance

Feared by all who measure intellectual stimulation in hours watched
Hysteria of words on a page
Written in blood, sweat, & tears
An epidemic of literate violence

Fear in the eyes of the shopped and dropped
The loner narrative dictated by those who’s connections are through the one way mirror of a screen

And so to read a book

To scare the gatekeepers of morality with the weapons of truth, hope, beauty, and dreams
If I am to be feared let it be for my words
For words can change things
Words can affect and have an effect

Show me a gun that can do that.

_{Image by Reimund Bertrams}