Where Or When

The ice upon which we tread is starting to grow thin When it cracks and opens up again will we sink or swim Assault weapons are being hoarded by frightened citizens If everybody tries to be the first to shoot then nobody ever wins Children are laid in their graves by a sick man on a whim My neighbor who likes to play with guns believes he is the victim My suggestions to add some more control are received like mortal sin The Cheshire Cat has disappeared and taken away his grin Logic has gone on Holiday; paranoia has settled in I pray each night I go to bed a new day could begin Their Uzis lay next to their Bible; the wine they chase with gin No longer do people walk a straight line – too dizzy from the spin The sharks are circling in the water: I see their dorsal fins Terrorists laugh on the sideline as our country crumbles from within Compromise sits alone in the middle, where the light has grown so dim I know there must be an answer out there – I just don’t know where or when