His Constitutional Right
A crazed shooter is shooting up a school:
Death stalks the halls, where children are dying.
And an automatic rifle's his tool,
leaving grieving parents shocked and crying.
Hunkered down in classrooms behind locked doors,
kids call home; there's little time for goodbyes.
Facing the horror of blood on school floors;
friends watch as friends die in front of their eyes.
Large magazines pump out shot after shot;
while so many lives are needlessly lost.
For these few moments of fame, a crackpot
does not care about the horrific cost.
The NRA backs his constitutional right
to buy such a weapon: it's his birthright.
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