Yet Another Mass Shooting

Today, once again we've had another mass shooting in America.  And once again, we've heard the same mantra from politicians. "The victims are in our thoughts and prayers."

Write a poem about how we can solve this sickness.

Like all the competitions, the winner will be decided by a vote.

Here's my poetic vent on this horrible act.

PRAYER NO MORE

Thoughts and prayers
Prayers and thoughts
Who gives a fuck
When we condone
Mass shoot-ups

Time to quite saying
That we should be praying
Stop this assault rifle insanity
And put an end to the NRA’s
Selfish idiotic lunacy

Beware
of the men in white
with their dodgy pills
and their superior smiles
because one day
you might feel the need
to shoot some people
or feed
on some body's face

A Finger For A Gun


“An eye, for an eye,” said
The Lord, and
“A finger for a gun,” said
the new law.

So many souls, exploded
like brilliant autumn foliage, shining
in the sun
as they went homeward,

shedding
the skin
of Earthbound
humanity—

they became free, and
coroners picked bullet slugs
from their flesh, depositing
them into evidence bags.

“Goodnight, sweet dears,
until we see you again—“

And I prayed, because
not praying wasn’t the answer,
and God heard my petition, for
the answer did come.

“Henceforth, to carry a gun,
approval is met upon giving
a finger to
the chopping block.”

Those who give freely,
willingly,
eagerly,
are the ones you don’t arm.

only 3,
whatcha smokin'
less than 9,
gotta be joking?
if you want me
to give two shits
the death toll should
be, in double digits

Lambs To The Slaughter

Just another day in the surreal
watchin' yet another thrill kill
rollin' along on the newsreel
while talkin' heads spill spiel
'bout how it doesn't seem real
all wonderin' "what's his deal"
stickin' strangers with the bill
leavin' 'em dippin' in their own till
payin' for a battle that's all uphill
America again back on it's heels
you gotta wonder, do we really feel
or is it all just piggy squeal.

Perhaps we should have this become our national seal.

No one around we agree to blame
no one willin' to face the shame
pointin' fingers and callin' names
keep on keepin' on, playin' the game
politicians avoidin' the flames
all settlin' for more of the same
showin' we're the ones who're lame
while all along another takes aim

And all that's agreed, is the whole fuckin' thing's insane.

It's time we determine how to fight
now what's become a terrible blight
or is this some sort of new rite?
images that torment into the night
and begin again in the mornin' light.
is it guns or people, which answer's right?
which do we choose to keep locked up tight?
or do we just keep avoidin' the sight?

While another poor soul's forced to take an earlier flight.

The slaughter now comes to the lambs
and you're askin' "at who's hand"?
at who's feet the blame should land?
who's at fault for removing the bland?
instead now havin' us say "Goddamn"!
I say it's all of us, from where I stand.

And if we really want to solve it, start sayin' "I AM"

damn pretty morbid and cold but accurately reflects the way governments view us common folk

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only 3,
whatcha smokin'
less than 9,
gotta be joking?
if you want me
to give two shits
the death toll should
be, in double digits





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common core is hard core

A ... B ... C ... D ...
only in America are there bullets meant just for me

E ... F ... G
that man shot Sarah in the head, and Mikey in the knee

H ... I ... J ... K
why do these things always happen on a sunny day

L ... M ... N ... O ... P
time for more ribbons on a tree

Q ... R ... S ... T ... U ... V
lying in my friend's blood I'm too scared to even pee

W ... X ... Y ... Z
the angry man shot himself dead, right in front of me

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Artwork: Michael D'Antuono