Ban Assault Weapons In 2017 - Part4
Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck,
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault)
who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation
heard das squaw coon like Donald Duck
head over webbed feet for Minnie, yet both scared of ratcheting
mushrooming armaments to the teeth sinister race,
barrels along at alarming spike
triggering dramatic uptick of innocent lives caught in crosshairs,
or stray slug makes a bee line whizzing at the speed of greased lightening
where luckless lie dead, when trigger happy urge itches
to overtake sanity madman/woman glorifying while squeezing lever,
whence bullet released, endangering unsuspecting lives
and engendering outrageous spike in wanton killings -
a one or more person shell act, releasing whizzing elliptic mach one ballet
boring into flesh with aplomb and pluck.
Die-hard gun owners indiscriminately brandish
loaded pistol when jist a whippersnapper sparking unwarranted violence
undermining innocent victim or two, or three, or...
concomitantly provoking furious backlash,
as government half heartedly aims to dull liver restrictions,
the right to pack heat
(purportedly in accordance with second amendment),
where NRA members dish
out violent objections, while proliferation mounts allowing easy access
to revolutionary palm pilot size guns with concomitant firing power range
glamorized by violent movies in tandem with lobbyists
obstructing legislation requiring back round checks
against unlimited stock pile, thus nodding assonance
permitting a glut of phallic shaped mechanisms designed to kill,
as acquiesce evinced via banshee cockamamie cashiered eggheads
who dilute down restrictions, whereby a colt following
hoofs from doe ting fauns fingering powerful weapons,
despite murderous spree, where senseless bloody coup fuels fusillade
empowering citizens to possess off fish
U.S., self-important protection becoming comfortably numb
as regular headlines detail some lone, maniacal
human set on automatic pilot to kill methodically unloading with a swish
multitudinous cartridges encasements testament
attempt to even deadly score, or wish
to take revenge vendetta amidst madding crowds -
uttering oye vay iz mere - Yiddish.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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