Cold Steel, Hot Blood

Cold Steel, Hot Blood Cold blue steel gleaming in the night, coldly importuning a hot hand, death clad in a copper jacket, innocent flesh and blood outmanned. Sight lines of anger and rage, beads drawn on defenseless souls, whether purposeful or random, take a disastrous bloody toll. Since the savage hand of murder clenched the gun in lieu of the sword, shots echoing through city canyons, lay waste all hope of urban accord. Abraham, Martin and John, Ronald took a bullet too, loyal servants of the people who died in our gun crazy zoo. Trigger pulls by unhinged souls stain the breaking news of the day.. A shameful national curse that won't end with Santa Fe. Bodies riddled with ammunition meant to wound, maim and slay fired from guns so easily bought thanks to zealots of the NRA.