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Violence in the political party


A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones
The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right 
will we unite?—I Am Anaya     “All for one and one for all”


Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent
He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage
And so, we tormented him
A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day” 
Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word
Clean slate, passes a routine background check 
A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home
Nothing unusual nothing remarkable
Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates
to the loyal opposition a progressive bent
A bit addled and mixed up, can we see?
Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate
In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor 
The assailed becomes the assailant 
The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof
four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration 
he aims then pulls the trigger
obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course
with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right 
Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town
At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was 
bullied by their own sons and daughters
Counselors, both father and mother
trained to help troubled minds, how ironic
Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed?
A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror
Yet the world’s most salient story

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