We pretend to care about children
And think of them in a happy bubble of innocence
Where they play and fantasize without limits
We feed them healthy food
Regulate their media use
Nurture their dreams
And enforce bed time for their good
Seat belts are a must
Movie ratings too
Stranger danger is taught
Vaccines, vitamins, inoculations abound
Doctor check-ups annually, dentist too
And a value system of some sort is modeled
Fresh air, stimulation, sports and the arts are encouraged
And then there is formal education
Where parents trust their children to others who care for children too
Often, it’s a mother hen teacher and twenty chicks or students
In loco parentis, in place of the parent
In truth, kids cost a lot to raise
But their value is inestimable
We tell them at graduation to make the world a better place
The sky is your only limit
And yet, many children do not make it to graduation
Because they lie in little coffins
Near their devastated schools
Where a deranged person with a deranged weapon of war
Slaughtered them like so many rodents in a pen
Then the old familiar rants begin
With thoughts and prayers and mental health issues on one side
And broken-hearted communities on the other
Soon to be forgotten
In between them lies the deranged truth:
Guns and Paranoid Safety Self Interest
The NRA, profits, and misguided patriots
Silly congressmen and celebrities pose
With machines of death like GI Joes
Aren’t they cute?
Willful Ignorance prevails over the lives blown away
Silly talking points arise and delay
Any meaningful change to the carnage
The bubble of innocence and good intentions
Explodes with a deadly round or two
No hope of survival
But immediate excuses arise for the need of
“Good Guys with guns” who will prevail
Over “Bad Guys with guns”
Even a kindergartener can see through that
False logic and into the sixth Great Lake of our country
The Lake of Blood
Here we are again: guns and fragile fraidy cats
Triumph over the promising lives of innocent
Lambs slaughtered on the altar of Fear and Greed
The same pro-lifers who defend the unborn
Ignore the grown up fetuses
Blown up by high powered guns
As the Mountain of Irony rises, a coffin lid,
Ever higher, eclipsing the last rays of hope.