No Risk - The Armed

Smoke from an ignition

Confined to a room

Scared to tear the walls down

The oxygen consumed

Back draft

Flashover

Don’t risk it

Ride it

Let it burn

Rust in the gears

Dusty from age

Stuck in a track that is left on repeat

What once was fresh has become spoiled

The rotten old guard

No way

Go away

Don’t let it out

Year after year

Repeating the

Same old thing

How can you be so afraid

So neophobic

Outdated, misguided rage

Confused ethics

The sounds of a formula

Made before

You were born

Per conservative tradition