Death Whore

Lament for the hateful dude and his gun,
And his colly wobble contumely..."cuck".

Soon his quick triggers will have done what's done
Where ballistic consequence gives no fuck
To prove a calamitous foresight lack
That is the hater's own and his alone
And will never block bullets from the track
Where likewise tragedy has often flown.

Thus hate detection is a simple task
To note who brandishes weapons and speech
And in this way their fury unmask
Before they once more blast another breach
Into the merry firmament of mirth...
Providing Earth with everything she's worth!