Bullets And Bodies

Bullets And Bodies

They walk over bullets and bodies
At of all places a shopping mall
On a Saturday afternoon
Blood and death
The evidence a white supremacist
With an assault rifle
Dressed in black
Attacks innocents
Old and young alike.

A country with an amendment
Allowing for guns in everyone’s hands
Has more guns than people
Makes thoughts and prayers
A pathetic answer
To sheer slaughter
Mass murder
The failure of weapon control
Ownership and prayers.

How many more people need to die
While psychotics sleep
Waiting to blast
Full metal jackets freely
With no restraint?
Bullets splash bodies
Republicans offer empty words
In place of laws
As our children are killed.

We are a targeted generation
Who are subject to be shot
Because millions make
Irrational justifications
While we roam as targets
To be shot without warning
Without the assurance
Life matters more
Than the lust for guns.

Copyright © 2023 Charles Edward York
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