no tornado is needed
the daily spinning
of the relentless second hand
will be sufficient to see
the Oz like history being written
Toto may be lost without
the wind and noise but
a flick of a button located
on any tv set will do
we see immediately
the earth’s axis is at odds
with any god’s conception
of a thriving reality
a gun holiday where
the emphasis is on freedom
when they have always
been used to dominate
to kill any who do not
agree with the holders
idea of a perfect society
it is sunday tomorrow
and all good christians
will be headed off to church
with a bible in hand
next to the heart
and a gun to use
to show the light
to those of us
unable to see it
time to turn off
the tvs now
it is bed time
and we kiss the children
as we tuck them in
knowing we can protect
them from any enemy now
except of course their parents
we forget the good JC
and his idea of love
putting acceptance of
parental rule above all else
we can watch with no remorse
as many of those around the world
who have no guns
nearly starve to death each day
or are raped or murdered
without even a cry for help
as it is all they know
and one or the other
is just a matter of time
and when we try to help
to “intervene” our ineptness
is always defined with the term
“collateral damage”
and what ever words we use
an apology is never enough
and always too late
Too many little innocent children are gone one is one too many. That madman took 20. Unthinkable- but it happened. I have 2 grandchildren in kindergarten- by the grace of G-d, they live in a different state....but my children can never again promise to keep their children safe- all they can do is TRY and PRAY. The laws need to change.
Wow! Quite the town crier/soap box poem. A poem for our times, but sadly, how many are listening? Seems the more things change, the more they stay the same. Love the reference to JC, one of my heroes.
George, are you ever going to stop making sense? All the sense you make instinctively is a windfall for the rest of us, (caught up in a whirlwind )who struggle mightily to make or collect even an iota of it in our baskets for to sell at market.
