A return to those glory days of old
When most men wore guns, were nurtured bold
Was it war after war, movie violence,
So many to morn, the deathly silence
Of those left alone, forlorn?
Is this insanity a virus strain
Once caught makes joy of inflicting pain?
We see them now in market, in mall
Stern faced, bearing arms, all
These hardy, frightened, determined men –
“Random shootings will never happen again!”
This is their motto, passionate cry
But millions more would surely die
If an evil air continues to world infect
Without choice, without care
Why tempt – with carried guns – the side of man is weak
When his goodly, Godly side is what we seek?