TUESDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT---JUST PART OF THE SHOW

“What key?”, the bullets asked the band

Before they joined the show

"Never mind. 

We’ll find our own

Besides, they’ll never know

We’ll start off in the key of A

Assault their warm venue

Then switch to G

As they grieve, and wonder what to do

And then to C

We’ll catch them in a place that they think safe

Then stay in D until the end

Drive them out of the place

They’ll think we showed up with the band

It won’t be a surprise

Our beat will drown their instruments

Before they realize

Our tempo will take over

Leaving theirs to wane and fade

Stressful sounds will soon replace 

The music that they made

 
Many in the crowd will fall

And some will simply say

The melancholy ballads

Are what took their breaths away

Or maybe it’s the players'

Sleepy eyes, sharp boots, tight jeans

That caused the domino effect

Of falling women’s screams

They’ll ignore us, after all

We’re with them all the time

They hold us dear

Their right to have us

Fill many a rhyme

They’ll look up, and see us coming

Though they never thought that we

Would turn on them; their sacred place

Assault their liberty

Cause them to feel the terror

That they’ve seen in others’ eyes

And challenge their philosophy

Of justice, and good guys

We’ll play our own tune; our own key

Silence the guitar strains

And soon they’ll know it’s our show

When no harmony remains

And when it’s done

They’ll go back to just playing simple songs

And leave the smoke and weaponry

In war, where it belongs

One day it won’t be minutes, but

Seconds into the song

That it is clear to all who hear

The pain doesn't belong

No fireworks, no homemade bombs

Guns, or wild stampedes

No padding compositions with

Violent noise or deeds

Maybe we'll just have music

Where music lovers go

Never again will they assume

“It’s just part of the show”

vrw ©2017