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So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the infamous,
The gap between the generous and the not so generous,
The gap between the closed mouth and the open mouth,
The gap between the tree huger and the developer,
The gap between the lover and the hater,
The gap between the buyer and the seller,
The gap between the optimist and the pessimist,
The gap between the helper and the shouter,
The gap between the soother and the shooter,
The gap between the honest and the dishonest,
The gap between the renter and those below the renter,
The gap between the media and the reader,
The gap between the leaders and the bleeders,
The gap between the real and the unreal,
The gap between the inventor and those who say what for,
The gap between those with power and those without power,
The gap between the grateful and the ungrateful,
Are all very worrying,
Without adding the gaps that we continue to be inventing.
But the gap we should be really worried about,
Is the gap between thinking and doing?
In a world that is dying,
To see more doing,
And less thinking about doing.
Virginia Beach Massacre Never Again Ever
Virgina Beach
?In a night of horrific scumbagery violence
?Rarely seen in this jaded age of ours?
Gone in one hour
?In just a few short minutes?
Nothing more than that
?In just a few moments?
All 12 victims were murdered
By a disgruntled white man
?Every one he knew was shot
?And killed for no reason
Caused by the demons
?His soul was so infected
Murderous demonic voices
?All in his head
?Screaming
kill them all
kill them all?
everyone must die
Death to all humans
Screaming none stop
violence in his head?
All the time
Causing him to start shooting
everyone he saw
?Regardless of who they were
or where they were
?Everyone must die
screamed the demonic voices
in his head
No one can be left alive
?Everyone must die?
Virtually all must die
in his internal video game?
Everyone must die
?Again just another day
?Gone horribly wrong
?All across America?In
every town?
No where is safe anymore
As Frank Z once sang
there is no way to deny
that trouble coming every day
Virgina Beach massacre
Virgina Beach massacre?Just another
Average night in America?An Active Shooter
scumbagery violence?Rarely seen
in this jaded wild world?Gone in one hour
In a spasm of horrific?scumbagery
In just a less than 30 short minutes?Nothing more than
In just a few short 30 moments?All the victims
were murdered while at their daily work?wrong place wrong time
act of a demotic deranged madman?voices screaming Kill
The voices scream death to all humans?All must be killed
The voices scream over and over?All must die now
Just another night in America?Home of the free
land of the brave
and lots of guns
lots of guns
The day begins with the usual drill.
Plans in readiness, we will fulfil.
Crouch under your desk and stay quite still,
Keep your eyes down, use your skill.
Don’t look up, this I must instil.
Try to be as quiet, not a sound if you will.
We practice this drill not to give you a chill,
It’s so important to do this safety grill.
If a shooter comes in, we know to do nil
We learn this so that we will be safe until.
The scene has been given a clear bill.
We know we must not cry or let out a shrill.
Teacher says chances of being hurt, are nil,
If we do as we are told and all be very still.
The hunter now without missing shoots,
And so the eagle without perching flies;
Who's wiser between shooter and flier;
Under direr circumstances above, guys?
When discretion finer discretion meets,
Who wins when each sharpens disguise?
Between keener fowler and slier fowled,
Who's truly more unbeatable and wise?
If the going ever discretely tougher turns,
That tougher get going no matter what;
Yours shall be valiant victory in the end
Regardless of how hard your effort's fought!
Unerring let their missiles aim
At softest parts of your fragility;
Simply wing your nonstop flight
Higher above hunter’s hostility.
Resisting The Repression
Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister
Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger
Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger
Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter
Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger
Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons
Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on
Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on
Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from
Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO
Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go”
Unification of a people who they never wanted to know
Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show
Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation
Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations
Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation
Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation
Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look
Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book
Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook
Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook
Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment
Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component
Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant
Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement
Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing
Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing
Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing
Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Every day...in fact, every 15 minutes,
someone, somewhere in America
picks up a gun and kills another person
for reasons unfathomable
It's a harsh, scalding reality...
Every now and then in our society
someone who shouldn't have an assault rifle,
takes it to school, or into a bar, a shopping mall
and starts using people as target practice
It's madness; a new normal!
Cowardly captains of complacency
in Washington continue to kick the can
down the road and feign interest
in gun reforms. Their cavalier disregard...
for domestic terrorism is beyond the pale!
Gridlock in the Senate means more casualties
from mass shootings in the future and GOP
politicians will keep playing armchair psychiatrists,
tagging the next active shooter as "mentally ill"
Why humanize them all? Some are heartless killers!
Mitch McConnell is as Mitch McConnell does,
as you and I know. "President" Trump is too busy
jumping from one scandal to another
to do something about gun control
Now he has his impreachment to worry about....
Campaign promises he made, still unkept.
Actions to be taken, he leaves to chance
with a predictable "We'll see what happens"
That seems to be his favorite go-to one-liner....
"We'll see what happens"?
I see nothing happening anytime soon
to curb mass shootings in America, do you?
It's very hard to make things happen...
when Washington is broken!
Date written: 09/30/2019
I.
Carter Gray was a retired marine,
who’d done two tours in Afghanistan,
discharged at thirty, he moved to Utah
to raise cattle on a big spread of land.
He’d worked dawn to dusk every day
for two years to make it thrive,
when the money came in, he struck it big,
‘organic beef’ commanded prices quite high.
One day in town at his favorite place,
an Italian restaurant with great chicken parm,
he caught the eye of a pretty waitress
when by accident he brushed her arm.
She had olive skin and raven-dark hair,
soft, brown eyes full of deep mystery,
“Sepidah,” was the name on her sweet lips,
when Carter asked who she might be.
The next time he went out on the town,
this lovely woman was upon his arm,
they talked all night, with no awkwardness,
he was hopelessly lost to her charms.
This went on for weeks, until on spring day,
Carter dropped to his knee with a ring,
Sepidah smiled, said,”I want to say yes,
but before we do, you must know something.
“See I was born far away in Tehran,
but was raised here, eighteen years a Muslim.
when I dated a boy not of my faith
my life turned to the brutal and grim.
“My father Selim and one of my brothers
thought that I’d brought the family disgrace.
They found me one day walking with John,
and stuck a loaded pistol in my face.
“John jumped in front, he died for me,
bought me the time to run away.
My brother, the shooter, was given life,
but for lesser charges is my father’s stay.
“He has sworn that he will never rest
until he’s made me ‘pay fore my crime,’
And he’s already proven that he’ll go after
any poor boyfriend of love of mine.
“To make things worse, he doesn’t know
about how afterwards I changed my faith,
For his Christian daughter he’ll be enraged,
True Believers must kill apostates.”
To make the point she motioned to
the pistol she carried in her purse.
He nodded and said,”I didn’t know,
but to be honest, I have fought worse.
“And I won’t give up the love of my life
because her dad’s a damned extremist,
to do that would be a surrender to
the designs of a damned terrorist.”
So he put the ring upon her,
to marry her would be his honor.
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Old Glory’s at half-mast today.
I wonder who just passed away?
Was it a hero from some battles past?
A dead leader whose influence lasts?
Were servicemen killed overseas,
Or humanitarians died fighting a disease?
Seems most of the time I don’t know why
The Colors only at half-mast fly.
More and more it seems to be
The flag’s mourning some local tragedy:
A lunatic shooter with a gun or rifle
Killed innocents for some reprisal;
Or people contemplating suicides
Go out committing multiple homicides.
I think the worst is killing schoolchildren.
Will this obscene madness never end?!
Gunfire,
Shots.
Screams.
Bloodshed.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Bodies.
Except one -
The shooter,
Who - was - white
The victims,
DEAD,
All the victims -
Black.
The police,
Arrive,
Ten - twenty minutes late.
The excuse -
Traffic,
There was no traffic that day,
They lied -
They didn’t care that Black life had been taken away
They arrived late,
Red and Black,
It was an egregious attack -
What was worse,
The faces of the police -
Stone cold -
Devoid.
The shooter was spared,
He was white after all,
They didn’t shoot -
In their words it would be ‘un-called’ for
The shooter lived,
The shooter - acquitted,
Why?
He was white -
And the victims Black
But obviously the courts did not say that,
They said he was mentally unwell - had a panic attack,
That it would be unfair for them to criminalise that -
After all this was his first offense, so he can’t be that bad,
Oh, also he has a family which means they need him back
The victims families saddened,
But not surprised - as history shows this has already happened
The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen is the copyist of every word
Just don’t combine “pen is” as a paper headline once did report
And it might be mightier because it seeks pleasure and not war
Freedom, intelligence, creativity, determination and diligence
All found in the written sentence
Some say the pen husk plastic is a polluter
I contend that it makes an excellent pea shooter
Don’t force your pen
Don’t cram it in
Don’t sharpen it, it’s not graphite
But have it whenever you want to write
Write a story
Use the quill and the ink
Draw with flaws
Everything you think
You can change “sex, drugs and rock n roll”
To “sex, drums and rock n roll”
With a click and a flick
(But that constant clicking is annoying)
Some are erasable
Invisible ink is untraceable
Pens in all manners and forms
Change an error and revise the norms
Signing for independence
Signing all documents since
Needed for an autograph
Or the rough draft of an epitaph
Pens and the graven stones
Cuneiforms and calligraphies
Writing and writing and writing
Exhausting the pens with ease
In pocket protectors
The nerds become collectors
Maybe give a pen a break
Go use your computer for heaven's sake
So don’t mistreat your pen
Let it stand in a cup holder
Yes, time will pass by
But you can use it when you’re older