Missile Command
You won’t destroy me
or this infrastructure where
my silos protect
this foundation from the trails
your bombs will bestow
My trigger finger
is a hard one to challenge
and in time I will
repair these ruins upon
this desolate wasteland
With a thousand points
of reference after the years
since I’ve been alive
I detect malice for miles
at the highest altitudes
Keep in mind I am
a specter of forgiveness
who was exorcised
from this Trojan Horse where guile
was your first line of defense
This time I will be
a fortress like Masada
where I will sustain
without submitting to your
attempts to level cities
You are the zealot
who will not force my right hand
to put forth a coup
against your boisterous ways
as you wish God existed