A Possibility

A POSSIBILITY 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?