guns can kill or preserve life
queered up punks reclaim the night
ammunition stocked in plain sight
aimed at the enemies of our karmic fight
finely-styled brothers in camouflage fatigues
proving their metal stoked up on speed
tunneling to zion and flying free
cosmic forces reemerge from the deep
te amo baby is what we cry
challenging state power and systemic lies
sisters of style meet our adoring eyes
transgender divas in every shape and size
agents of karma armed to the teeth
with chain-mailed fists of platinum and steel
unleash salvos at shiva’s feet
radiating one love both broad and deep
the ammunition of our struggle lies deep within
love and rage meld with righteous sin
erotic transformers powered by oxygen
give our armies the power to rise and win
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
