the tears of curses caught by chance
for surely I lack strength to hold
back the words I would spit out
at those who sigh platitudes
and sow doubt at what I see
not before my eyes
such sights are hidden
lest we become so enraged
they can no longer play their game
they hide the view of truth
to soothe and tame
the beast I would become
should I be witness to what I cannot abide
the bullet riddled bodies
of tiny children who have died
not in a mass casualty event as reported
but in mass murder by weapons of war
a war we make on our own children
to allow white supremacists to intimidate
and breed fear in churches, groceries and schools
until it is too late
to stop the tide of fratricide
on every street in America
where bullies roam free on the backs
of states rights instead of holding firm
to embrace and uphold the Constitution
and claim superiority to hold power and deny
free speech to those who disagree
in patriotic peaceful assembly
while they bring their guns and weapons
to rallies and threaten
to destroy free society and democracy.
It is all of a piece connecting dots
displaying their duplicity in idiocy.
While our children are taught
how to avoid being killed at their desks.
I cannot write poetry which calmly states
the facts when all I want to say
is vote those guys out who refuse
to keep our children safe.
It is the least we can do,
the very lest.
annarino writes 