G- Do Good

Do Good

Do-gooders:
Stop what you're doing.
Good.
Stop you're laboring in the name of humanity.
Put down your instruments.
Your declarations.
Stop.
Now make a bullet.
Each of you.
Mr. I'm-Gonna-Cure-AIDS,
You're not.
You're not going to cure anything.
And that goes for cancer
And asthma
And hunger.
You're not going to brighten a poor child's day.
You're going to make ammunition.
Shells.
Bombs.
Make a single bullet.
That's all we need anymore.
Get away from that budget.
It won't balance.
Stop.
No more surgeries.
No more soup kitchens.
Don't you dare plant that tree.
Set it down.
Get some black powder.
Some brass or copper.
Make them fit.
Your fusion reactor doesn't work.
It never will.
Electric cars will never make the air cleaner while providing a safe
and affordable mode of transportation.
Let the whales fend for themselves.
No one will see them.
No one cares.
All we need is one more bullet.
One from each of you.
Make that.
If you own a factory, stop churning out condoms.
It's not your problem.
We have wars to fight.
A whole Hell of a lot of them.
Coming soon.
Don't tell another youth about the dangers of alcohol or glory of
God.
Tell them about firing pins.
Trigger mechanisms.
Detonation.
Lay your gavel on the bench.
Hammer out a casing.
Make a bullet.
The whole world is about to shoot.
And what good can you do then?