The once kissed face unrecognisably their chlld,
tiny hands, they touched, covered in drying blood,
their little lungs filled with blood, their future stolen
and their once loving hearts, overwhelmed died,
sacrificed at the altar of the ‘Right To Bear Arms.’
—-
Mothers broken by the news weep inconsolably,
fathers fury chokes the tears back in their throats,
Grandparents shocked and stunned cry, brothers
and sisters seek comfort from frozen parents; all
sacrificed on the altar of the ‘Right To Bear Arms.’
——
Police mumble apologies to the stink of cordite,
counsellors offer their capable services for free,
while hastily assembled candle lit vigils haunt us,
with the souls of the carnage, of yet another school
sacrificed on the altar of the ‘Right To Bear Arms.’
—–
Fear lives inside each school as children are drilled,
parents, in terror wait for their weapon driven call,
and children are taught that the student body count,
increasing each week is worth the terrible sacrifice
on that altar, where they will be burned while bound
by the
gun
lobby
ropes.