poems for April poetry month competition |
Gun grief After every incident Of mass gun violence In the U.S. And sadly around the world But not as much As the US Remains the mass murder capital of the world. We are number one in gun murders Because we have so many guns 25 percent of the world’s guns. Pictures emerge Of the killers Almost always white men. Who stares out at you With soulless dead eyes Filled with hate, fear And sheer madness. With the thousand-year stare Of the madman Who only hears The voices in his head Screaming kill them all Kill them all. And as always They usually legally bought The guns. This case was a bit different The gunman briefly had his guns Taken away from him And his 60 knives as well But the red flag law Is not a permanent ban As it should be And so he was able To re-arm himself With the best weapons In the world At a very affordable price And so he became lost Down the rabbit hole Of drugs and insanity Went out determined to kill As many people as he could And he did. And on this day We all experience grief Sadness at the madness And anger at the feckless Politicians who shed crocodile tears Offering useless thoughts and prayers The gun ghosts don’t care They are dead Because guns killed them So enough no more Let's get up From our chairs And demand action Rather than give into Grief and despair But sadly Nothing will change There will be another Mass shooting And another And another That is just the way It is in this day and age Of America The land of the free Home of the brave And 400 million guns. |