For so long as the NRA
controls Congress
With its pumping
Mutant
Pecuniary
Poison
Lifeblood
Corrupting souls
Buying silence
Innocents will
continue to die
From high-powered
Weapons of War
Bought in America
like a bag of groceries
from a grocery store
While Wayne LaPierre
Scribbles his want list
for Republican
Bought and sold
baby-kissers counting
their bankroll gore.
If Congress had lead balls
in its hearts, brains
pelves
If images of dead
school children grew
so palpable, so intimate
That their fever
opened a passageway
To eternity and back
Would the madness
Stop then?
Would lone wolves
Still sing their rancid
Noteless songs
A Witch’s Brew of shrill
staccato tempo
Tentwentythirtyfortyfifty
Pigeons intheblinkofaneye
That numbed ears
don’t see anymore
That tastes forgotten
and too familiar
anyway.