Eyes boring holes in our lucent panes.
Watching as death waxes & never wanes.
We worry if here’s where it happens next.
Dazed by fear while nooses drape our necks.
Pitilessly praying carnage passes you by.
Telling yourselves every available lie.
With a gun on your hip & a hand on a Bible.
The Other your trigger, inflexibly tribal.
It’s not an issue of you versus them.
It’s the defensive use of weapons on whim.
Not occurring to seek help & employ words.
Just opening fire on the innocent herds.
Politics felating their funnels of money.
The wealthy alone drink of milk & of honey.
The right & the wrong rent from the nation.
No respite found in just litigation.
The cycle begins again & again.
On self-righteous wings we swiftly descend.
Run in your races or take to the street.
Find jilted justice under bulleted sleet.