Monday, January 21, 2013

"A Revolver" - A Newly-Discovered Poem By Carl Sandburg

This previously unknown poem by Carl Sandburg was just discovered by a volunteer at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, scratched on a piece of paper.

"A Revolver"  
by Carl Sandburg 

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. 
And 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.

I love that last line.  It sums up very well the "God, Guns, and Guts" philosophy of the pro-gun extremists.  Remember Wayne LaPierre's exclamation that "The guys with the guns make the rules"?