Pistols at Dawn
by Cavedwellers
Imagine a world where a poorly picked word
Would send gentlemen to a frenzy
The rush to react, to demand satisfaction,
Blood redder than Cardinal Arinze
Say what you dare, but you learn to be careful
Preserving yourself for the future
‘Cause it sure ain’t nice to pay such a price
When escaping still means a suture
But who is to care who agrees
When freely we may let fly all of those clattering keys?
In the old days men drew pistols at dawn
But now crowds doxx and destroy you
They’ll ransack your world with the world looking on
And blaming, and shaming, and boy who
Wouldn't take pistols at dawn!
The founders wrote clauses of justice by laws
But now we’re ruled by online disapproval
The ire of strangers is clear present danger
Multiplied by the bots and rubles
The wrath of the mob may well make hearts throb
More powerfully than teenage longing
For fighting or flighting is far more exciting
And anger and fear set bells bonging
And if they don’t like what you said
You must disappear or at least must appear to play dead
In the old days men drew pistols at dawn
But now crowds doxx and destroy you
They’ll ransack your world with the world looking on
And blaming, and shaming, and boy who
Wouldn't take pistols at dawn!
Murder is easier than building a reputation
A lifetime to build and an hour for assassination
Innocent, guilty, or gray may be true
But there is no recourse when discourse demands that you’re through
In the old days men drew pistols at dawn
But now crowds doxx and destroy you
They’ll ransack your world with the world looking on
And blaming, and shaming, and boy who
Wouldn't take pistols at dawn!