Men have striven forever to possess a superior weapon,
the English longbow at Agincourt comes to mind.
I can go in more than one direction from here, let’s go
down this path, shall we?
When I was a kid we played cops and robbers, cowboys
and Indians, bang-bang, you’re dead. If you were the one
who was supposed to be dead and you didn’t fall down,
you were considered a bad sport, poor form indeed!
When we grow up and fantasy becomes reality,
it could suddenly be bang-bang and you really are dead.
But trust Mother-fucking Mankind to seek the ultimate weapon
and therefore consign itself to, “bang-bang, we’re all dead”!
Ha,ha!
Islander.