Navy Yard

This is my last poem

I cannot write

Another one like this

The horror and grief

Is more than I can hold

Every day it seems

There is a new one

Lives blasted away

Children, mothers, fathers.

Alway we wonder why

There must be a reason

Something we must do

There has always been violence

War, murder, and rape

It’s in the Bible even

But this seems more modern

Strangers shooting just to shoot

A video game made real

A carnival game gone mad

It is time past time

To pull the plug

To put the big guns down.

And let the children live.

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