Bite the Bullet

The national guard in every school yard
fortress defense on the teachers conscience
a barbed wire fence on intelligence
the corruption of youths frail innocence

A national infanticide from which to hide
the safety catch broken a political token
a culture to spawn on that days dawn
the massacre of your daughters and sons

To stare down the barrel of eyes that are hollow
that are bleeding with hate
the leaden feet of the Senate
the gun lobby's two  pennth

The associations debate to confuse and frustrate
they cant meet your stare
high NOON they don't dare guns into plowshares
or confirm your worst fears with angry tears

 a Russian roulette aimed the teachers pet  
your family may grieve a death disbelieved
the smell or the cordite will haunt you in hindsight
the stain of the pain as blood leaks down drains

like the photo half torn
the trainers unworn
the bullets that left a hole in your heart
the wounds that dont heal the devils closed deal