There was another deadly school shooting today in Oregon. Today's poem is based on the tragedy.
How many dead?
Before we assemble the
Courage to put
Life ahead of sin
Fullfillment in front of profit
And kindness before revenge
Before we admit defeat and
execute a plan
To open
the sack
of demented rings
of fire
And stop laughing
at the sink
And ignoring
the swim?
The boat. The plane. The windmill.
All are flying and swirling
Creating constant commotion and emotion
And devastation and relapse.
It must end.
We must demand things change.
Because there are
Too many headlines.
Too
many
names.
Of the same. Dead
at the hand
of another.
Brother.
Sister.
Cousin.
Friend.
Get outraged and
call on the bluffs.
It's enough!
Grass wants to be green, not red.
We are all tired of red.
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