Kian

A year before the lopsided shootout

online soldiers marched to the cadence

of keyboards clacking, raising arms

against bullets planted in bags.

Like Armalites, they fired rapidly retorts 

against extortion-riddled privacy.

Now that a gun is forced upon the grip

of your cold, nondominant hand, Kian, 

nobody dares to shoot.

Except the badged shooters.