Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Kerry Says ~ It’s Blowing in the Wind
Our Challenge today is to select a line or lines from the work of Bob Dylan, and use it as the spring-board for a poem. The words themselves do not have to be included in the body of the poem, but merely as a reference, but I leave the creative decision-making up to each writer. 

Masters of War

Bob Dylan, 1963

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy,
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy –
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes,
Then you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Most people are toys
made and manipulated
by those with wealth.
Do you honestly think
anyone in America
can grow up to be President?
If you don’t have the funds,
you are never going
to be a top gun. Top guns
have run of the country,
amassing more as they build
high-rises, casinos, playgrounds
for the rich. It’s a bitch,
but true. They determine costs,
directions, and wars. Poor little
tin soldiers on a battle field
of their dreams. Moving around
the squares, until there are few
left to tell their unvarnished tales
of horror. But, new babies are born
every day to take their places. Shiny
new toys, not yet broken.

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