How will you fight? - a poem about the impending civil war

If you were to ask a paint brush how to fight the impending war, they would say

"With my colors. I will mix and mix until the shade is just right, then I will paint. My resistance will be seen and not heard."

If you ask the bass, it will say

"I will be loud. They will hear my resistance from miles around. Dont worry about me, I have secrets that I keep from my acoustic days."

If you ask the young pen and its partner, notebook, they will say

"Together."

Pen says

"I will write and write until I run out of ink."

Notebook says

"And I will hold those writings until I run out of pages."

In that moment pens face lights up as they whisper to their partner, who smiles and nods

If you asked the feet how they will fight, they would say

"By marching. We will march and march until we start to bleed. We will yell until our lungs give out. Believe me, we will be seen."

If you were to ask *me* how *i* will fight in the impending war, I will say

"With my friends. The will help me mix until the shade is just right. They are my paper. They will tell me secrets for my acoustic days. And we will march. We will scream.

 We

Will

Fight"