His Constitutional Right
There's a crazed shooter somewhere in a school:
Death stalks the halls, and children are dying.
An automatic rifle is his tool:
its deadly shots leaving parents crying.
Hunkered down in classrooms, kids lock the doors
and call home; there's little time for goodbyes.
Shocked by the horror of blood on school floors:
friends watch as friends die in front of their eyes.
Large magazines pump out shot after shot:
and so many lives are needlessly lost.
For his few moments of fame: a crackpot
does not care about the horrific cost.
The NRA backs his constitutional right:
if you try to ban such rifles, they'll fight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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