Revolver by Carl Sanburg via Baldr
Here is a revolver.
It has an amazing language all its own.
It delivers unmistakable ultimatums.
It is the last word.
A simple, little human forefinger can tell a terrible story with it.
Hunger, fear, revenge, robbery hide behind it.
It is the claw of the jungle made quick and powerful.
It is the club of the savage turned to magnificent precision.
It is more rapid than any judge or court of law.
It is less subtle and treacherous than any one lawyer or ten.
When it has spoken, the case can not
be appealed to the supreme court, nor any mandamus nor any injunction
nor any stay of execution in and interfere with the original purpose.
nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief
that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers.