Weapon and Yet Not Completely
The museum of the twenty-first century
The nation’s greatest weapons lie behind the one way glass
Tanks take up parking spots,
Guns are in the closet,
This is not the place for them.
Read the signs,
Learn something new.
Would you like a tour?
Take a brochure and learn of the weapons that have been used as sword once was.
Look past the glass
Peer into the display
Tell me what you see.
This is the museum of words
A place of agonies and of pain.
Take a tissue and continue down the walk.
Welcome to the place of the most oft used weapon;
A weapon for which a license is not issued
A weapon that can we used by all.
The tongue is a sword.
The thumbs a gate opener to the pains of the internet and telephone-ic communications.
Welcome to the museum of words.
A place of pain.
Welcome to the museum of words.
Place your coat on the rack, and see the world you live on from a different view.
Done with your tour?
I have another building for you to see.
Wipe your tears and come to our café, a place of warming spirits and happiness.
Welcome to the café of words
A place of happiness
And wounds healed.