as they reconstruct
and deconstruct
an abandoned nation.
One hand reaches
out
to help the
fallen; those "lower lives",
the ones once directed by soulless lies.
Bricks and mortar -- Pass the hammer,
building blocks and infrastructure.
The other holds most vicious attacks
that rival god - the choice of weapon:
Shiny silver pistols enclose shiny silver bullets
The sky is
falling -- no, wait it's
dropping
gifts of death for friend and foe.
It grabs the nation, choking strangles by the neck
With one hand floating in the airs of hope
and the other pulling the trigger.
