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
A man who is
Afraid of his own words,
In his eyes, nothing but
The timidity of a rat;
Without guards and
Bulletproof motorcades,
A wasteful wife;
He would pee in his pants:
Crazy he cowered us with violence,
Wasted our lives;
Finger on cheek,
Like a thoughtful statesman,
What a farce!
Standing frozen at the top of the hill
Metal motorcades zoom past
Feeling aggression in the wind
I know
Quite vividly
Death is not prepackaged
Death waits
Each moment
Seeing from all angles
Spun out
Between
Life
And death
Fear is freezing
yet we all come loose
In the end
Washing upon
Golden shores
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