The Game Became a Tragedy

The Game Became a Tragedy By Franklin Price 6/15/2017 A baseball game, the national sport, a congress benefit, A hundred year tradition, they weren't about to quit. The game became a tragedy, and soon it would appear. A cloud was hanging overhead, and lightning was near. The rising dark cloud billowing and at a stormy height For years a senseless conflict between the left and right Had put a disparate man, with guns, outside the practice field. We'll never know just what he thought, maybe he could make them yield. On the conservative field of practice were the right side of the aisle To beat the left tomorrow was a thought that made them smile Republicans were practicing, tomorrow should be fun The homeless man outside the fence began to shoot at one The muzzle blast was loud indeed, no silencer was there. Maybe they will listen to me, now that I've given them a scare. Why can't we all just get along, now I will have my say. He could not stop with one or two. He had to make them pay The wounded fell where they were hit, the rest, some cover found. The police and guards responded by returning round for round Silence fell, when the shooter shot, we'll forever wonder why. He came to practice havoc, on the practice field would die Response was quickly coming. from both sides of the floor. We must now pray together, we are this country's core. We must have solidarity, to overcome this fright, Cannot give into terror, we'll still play tomorrow night It's a shame it's not that easy, as they govern day to day. Instead they don't cooperate, if it isn't done their way. They don't meet in the middle, for what's best for everyone. Shooting each with verbal bullets is how government is run Now I am digressing which is something that I do The cloud's still hanging overhead with lightning anew. The left and right must work together to overcome this country's woes. Far worse than this could happen. The public reaps what congress sows.