Poetry will save us all - probably

They do not see the end results do they? They do not see the dead and the injured. They just see the weapons and that excites them. A bullet, once it has left the gun, has done its job as far as they are concerned. The fact that it hits something is meaningless because the desire to shoot something has been satiated as soon as the recoil hits the shoulder. Live with a bullet in your brain and you know about what it does to you. It will kill you now or later. They will throw high fives while the smoke still lingers on the deck of their ship. The name of the target will still flash red on their computers.

Poetry will save us all - one day.