We seem to have forgotten the dialect
Of Love Honor and Respect
We’ve forgotten the dialogue of Holy Father and Son
And substituted it with the language of the gun
The scream of hot lead as it flies from the barrel
We claim to be civilized but act like animals feral
We have become insensitively reconciled
With hearing the cries of widow and orphaned child
Molten metal of twisted linguistics
Just another column of numbers and statistics
In death and judgement we have been for too long dealing
Anesthetized, murder triggers very little feeling
We have engaged in a game secular semantics
The retort of NRA is so shallow and pedantic
For one reason and one reason only the gun was invented
To kill and that is one truth in fact cemented
I can no longer hold my tongue, or keep my silence
We must put an end to all this senseless killing and violence
We must find our way back to Buddha, Allah, Holy Father and Son
And forget every last syllable in the language of the gun…
Only then when we are completely illiterate
Will we get out of this cesspool of carnage and shit
Poet's Corner 