Its such an odd twist, absurd,
Answering gun violence with more guns.
Inconceivable, arming teachers in the classroom,
Firearms on college campus’,
Lines, long and winding for munitions,
A run on guns built for a single purpose…
To kill! The prey, not pheasant or mallard…
Radical outbursts of infringement ravage the land
While cooler heads say no in retort.
Jack-booted thugs do not knock at your door,
Confiscating what is yours.
An instrument of deaths existence
Does not grant license to possess.
Shall RPG, bazooka or grenade launcher be permitted?
Logic to the logical says a resounding no!
I ask you– where does this stop,
When does this madness stop?
Have we not lost enough treasured children,
Have we not seen the senseless acts of violence,
Families and lives destroyed.
This is not the wild west, Tombstone, The Ok Corral,
Time has come to let the gunslinger rest.
This is the twenty-first century for God’s sake,
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~