Guns of Summer
How I now long to sing a song
With "guns" as its only word
A solitary droning tone
Fiercely sung such it need be heard
Higher than half its height
Should our banner fly
As this sorrowful summer simmers on
And slaughtered June becomes corpse of July
Nightclub, traffic stop, city block
Muslim, blue, black, gay
Tiny lives that matter not
To congressmen and NRA
For in America the highest law,
Ready must we always be
With God-given rightful arms bared
To throw off imminent tyranny
July 8, 2016
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2016
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