The Pops don’t Stop

The popping doesn’t damper when the night has calmed the land

The horns of horror sound from within the mind of man

The pops are not a kernel, yellow ruptured white

The pops are not a distant car, chugging through the night

The pops don’t stop when peace is pledged, when the roar of war is silenced

The pops will never leave the mind, as mind now holds the violence