GIVE PRAISE TO THE GUN
EIGHT KIDS THEIR LIVES ARE NOW DONE
GUN IS NUMBER ONE
“No notes,” the teacher said to us,
"and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss.
This is a pop quiz,
to write an analysis
of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."
Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids
The shooter often a kid as well
This time he is a 14 year old
His father arrested headed to jail
How much about his child did he know
The photo they splash on the tv
Of a blonde haired student teen
Surely a nightmare who could dream
So tender of age to be so mean
Two teachers two students gone forever
Killed by a teen with gun access
Families torn apart love is severed
How can you not feel distressed
As prayers go up we look now
To the parents of this young man
What reasons in his life will be found
That he would cause death with his hand
His mother surely feels regret
Obviously he was deeply disturbed
The nation again is utterly upset
Gun violence hits a sensitive nerve
bullets fly kids cry
only lucky one’s survive
god speed arch angels
Your dirty hands upon me.
I tremble at the thought.
Begging let my spirit free.
The mad militia I have fought.
Love still binds my heart to you,
despite the freely dripping blood.
Your presence on a raging coup,
leaching my shell changing blue.
Ripping the loaded gun so cold
from your hot and beating hand.
You tackle me to the floor I fold.
Tis a miracle I land.
I am one and one with God.
Through him the hand we have declawed.
This was one of the first poems I wrote when new at Poetry Soup.com five years ago and I received a wonderful welcome from the lovely poetess Connie Marcum Wong.
White daisy's in a wicker basket
graced the tiny metal casket
where his lifeless body now lay..
Family and friends wrought with grief
shook their heads in disbelief,
as he was only ten years to the day..
His story made the news with it's
familiar tragic hues and the politicians
had their say..
People gathered on that street, lighting
candles, placing wreaths in remembrance
of where he was slayed..
The sun still shines on this space, his spilt
blood cleansed to not a trace but what a price
his community has paid..
What kind of world have we created
when young lives can be negated falling'
victim to gun violence every day..
In the shadows cast by a merciless sun,
The echoes of sorrow, this battle not won.
A symphony shattered, silenced by strife,
Lives torn asunder, cut short by the gun.
A tragic ballet of souls lost too soon,
The world weeps for lives that ended too soon.
Gone are the dreams, the laughter, the light,
Aching hearts left to mourn through the night.
A haunting reminder, this tragic score,
Of lives taken swiftly, forever no more.
Let us stand united, hearts filled with resolve,
To seek an end to the tragedies that we abhor.
In the confusion
so confounding, A Confliction, everyone’s conviction - to voice, to reason,
and
nothing
changes.
A man was murdered today in the streets,
Tomorrow, next week,
next month a shooting-
a school, a grocery shop, holiday parade.
Why is it that we must die for your injustice?
You corrupt politician! Faithless practitioner!
Sandy Hook was a tragedy,
Look at Robb Elementary,
twenty twenty-two.
Nineteen tiny coffins,
two teachers - our modern heroes.
A far right constipation! Begone, truth!
Up is done, left is right, sideways always!
Gather arms, gather arms!
Second amendment! Second amendment!
Cry, Constitution!
Founding Fathers!
Cry, oh America!
We, the land of the Despairing,
and the robbed -
Raise a cry for those gone too soon,
Raise a cry for the childless mothers.
Raise a cry for the tired and the scared,
The hurting, the bruised, beaten.
Raise a cry for the confused,
the misinformed, spoon fed fool.
Witness our bleeding hearts!
Tears! Let them fall!
Cry, oh America!
Gun violence
Yet another -
Madness!
When will it end?
Homicide rates are
Through the roof
And it
Continues
To rise
Mass shootings
Schools shot up -
Now a new normal
Something needs to be done...
Now!
It's out of control!
Date written and posted: 05/08/2019
Gun Violence A National Disgrace
Gun violence has become a national disgrace;
It could be here, there and all over the place,
Plant seed,
To impede,
And we must come to gripes with and will face.
Jim Horn
I'm the son of a gun.
You can call me the son of Sam.
I kill, Bang, bang, you're dead..
I kill. therefore I am.
I remember my own sweet home,
where I never suffered loss,
and the holy rifle on the wall
slung just beneath the Cross.
No earthly power is my master.
No thing can hold me in awe.
To legal qualms I answer.
I stand for cannon law.
And as long as you are still breathing,
get more bangs from your buck.
Industry is thunderously booming
but never trust your luck.
For I may find you any place.
no matter where you roam,
in Iraq or Syria,
or where you are at home.
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