Yet Another Mass Shooting

May 25, 2022

Softly, drifting northward along the lake shore

Wispy whites and greys waved to by

The cottonwood with its arms lifted to the heavens

As glistening drops of passing rain dot the windows

And cool breezes lift waves lapping the beach

In anticipation of a time when all manner of things shall be well,

No one will study war any longer, swords to ploughshares,

Spears to pruning hooks, scrapping of ships, banning of bombs,

And Americans will care more about children than guns

Alas, alas! Hear their cry!

The blood of the innocent

Runs in rivers through the land

Babies in classrooms

Shoppers in stores

Students on campus

Elderly Baptists in prayer

Overseer’s whips

Enslaved children sold

Natives slaughtered

Wars based on lies

Just another poor boy

Choaking on pollution

While the rich get richer

And the populace bows and 

Worships it’s gun-god

Wind and rain

Waves and salmon

Ring-billed gulls and snow geese

Redstart and warbling vireo

Trees and grasses, dunes and mountains

Valleys and canyons, dippers in streams

Join the heart cries of the bereaved 

LRT