we swallow the gun shells
and bite down on bullet
after bullet
after bullet
after body
after body
after dead child
after dead child
after no action
after no action
after silence
after silence
and while
they lower their dead
children into graves
they can still remember
how pale their faces
looked in the hospital
when the monitor stopped
beeping
and congress does nothing
except take money
after money
after money
tweet out
their condolences
and offer up some prayers
on the way to the bank
to deposit their latest
check from the nra
while we swallow the gun shells
and bite down on bullet
after body
after dead child
after no action
after silence
until another child
has been shot
another loved one
has been murdered
another life
has been taken too soon
and congress watches
from their pedestals
and thinks about how
lucky they are that
guns aren't allowed in capital hill
and we swallow and bite
swallow and bite
and we bleed and die
bleed and die
and they sit and do nothing
sit
and
do
nothing.
-c.h.
~
i wrote this after the parkland shooting this week. i hate that i even have the idea to write about topics like this. i hope one day it ends.
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