Great poem, Caitlin!

The reality of our world. It is militarized. Everywhere. Some cry defense, others cry pre-emptive, some cry peace through strength, unfortunately, they are all holding their "penis" shaped murderous toys in their hands, everywhere.

Their penis shape toys pierce the sky, the earth and the bodies of their fellow humans.

They are in competition with each other, like a pissing party, to see who has the biggest "penis" shaped toy that can do the most damage to the "other".

And our Dear Mother Earth is ravished by the consequences of their toys as they blame the life forms she pains to produce.

Global warming? Climate Change? Climate Catastrophe? Nuclear proliferation treaties? No bombs, missiles, nuclear submarines, warships, aircraft carriers, stealth bombers, bunker buster bombs, F-16's, fighter jets, weapons manufacturers....... nope, nope and nope.. Their destructive toys shaped like "penises" are so much more important than saving their Mother, Our Mother... Each blast is jizz upon her face. An assault on her ability to conceive.

They are the wretched of the earth, yet their Mother, our Mother continues to give birth to them, all of them and their wretched minds that spend billions of dollars and collects millions upon millions of bodies dressed in murderous uniforms, strict, disciplined, defined, chiseled bodies of standing armies at the ready to kill, murder, displace, terrify and subdue the "others" that their Mother, our Mother produced.

Whatever they call it, as they manufacture these "penis" shaped toys or weapons of war and death, none of it bodes for a peaceful world. A world where their Mother, Our Mother, can conceive and produce beings who play with toys that make them drunk with love in their hearts. Unless deployed, those toys will just pile up in stock piles worth billions until someone gets the bright idea. What are we gonna do with all these "penis" shaped toys? And another person answers the question with glee, let's have a war! Pick a reason, any reason... Old "penis" shape toys become obsolete, like a withered old man. So they have to replace them and all the young folks who died in the last war, with new "penis" shaped weapons and new young folks who will gladly jizz on the face of their Mother, our Mother, and call it all peace through strength.