He came from nowhere…
A nobody that nobody knew
What created the rage…
For what else can you call it
That brought a torrent of lead
Raining down upon a festival?
That he was sick…unquestioned
But what do we do now?
It’s still not time to talk about it?
The elephant in the room…
The insanity of guns being
Accessible even to the insane
Driven by the makers…
Purveyors of instruments of death
And the sickness that for too many
Happiness is a warm gun…
And for others…it’s only money
All forgetting the value of life

© 2017 Robert Mihaly
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  1. suzannevcarey · October 4, 2017

    Very well said…

    Liked by 1 person

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