Pop, bangs, thundering and pounding
Gunfire, blood, and an eerie moan
Leaning in her pew, crying to herself
forlorn expression, tear-rimmed eyes
Disconsolate stands the mother to the girl
who picked out her white communion dress
Will that home ever see light
where Christmas gifts lie wrapped tight
through the years that will follow ?
The unthinkable, when it descends
a faith is convulsed not in God alone, but in the guild
A freak Friday morn heaved horrific horror
for loved ones of the twenty sinless souls
A safe haven for children reduced to
a national symbol of heartrending terror
Carnage in class rooms where no one left to save.
While gun control advocates grow quieter
the gun lobby grows stronger and louder
It was Denver, Oregon and now Connecticut
How many more mortalities from mass shootings
before America talks of sensible gun control
For, if you have the right to bear arms,
think of those who remain unarmed
in a given place, at a given time
A decaying culture and mental illness
Spells insanity for one and gloom for the rest.
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