The streets we walk,
the stores we shop,
the schools our children attend —
even our havens of worship —
have become the scenes of untimely
end.
Students, African-Americans, Jews —
the body count grows.
We are a nation in perpetual mourning.
We wear no garments befitting our
sorrow,
but those are only brief shows of
grief.
Ours is a recurring theme
that will play again tomorrow.
We boast of our freedoms
to do as we like, go where we will,
hard-earned freedoms we cherish.
But mayhem shatters our peaceful
pursuits
and we mourn for those who perish.
Where’s the security our heritage
boasts?
There is no law, no regulation
that assures us life and liberty.
The scourge we face is stirred by
those
whose rule is hate and hyprocrisy
supported by profiteers.
How do we weigh the tons of guns
against our weightless tears?
