Raw Data
Waxy fear melting in the dark
drips red
Candlelight vigils in the night
mournfully grow,
as more guns control
empty barrel trigger fingers
Making it hard to keep count
of the dotted map splatter
Crimson tears shed on the ground
leaves a trail of raw data
Bullet holes in the heart,
a nation bereaved daily grieves
for their beloved losses
Souls snuffed out in dying twilight minutes,
before the final midnight reckoning of their life
Moneymakers ain’t gon put a muzzle on
hot metal hate ...
So the perforated pulmonary numbers
pile up high,
and the violence reign thru ledger books
by-and-by
Making it impossibly hard to keep count
of the legally permitted splatter
Second Amendment shells spat on the ground
leaves a bloody trail of raw data
As more and more spherical led
funeral motorcades
snake through the streets,
molted tears shed
drips scarlet pain endlessly
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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