The Cowards Are Hiding

Funny how the pro gun Senators won't take calls. Funny how they wont be interviewed. Funny how not a peep out of the NRA. Could it be they are ashamed? Could it be Eric Cantor and Mitch McConnell are having second thoughts now that twenty tiny souls have been thrown into darkness? Or do men who do the bidding of the gun manufacturers and the NRA have no soul? We don't really know, but they are not talking. They are hiding like cowards.

And why shouldn't they? The unspeakable has happened and they all have blood on their hands. There is no justification for the worst case scenario. There is no higher moral calling for pushing assault weapons for the sake of a buck. Those lobbyist who haunt the halls of congress for the gun lobby are not about the right to bear arms. They are about the right to make a buck. Ideology pales to the gnashing greed of capitalism.

And so our children pay the price. Yours. Mine. Because while they sit in school some sick bastard can pull up with an AR15 and shoot his way into the school and murder at will. No teachers can stop someone armed with high capacity weapons designed for war. And the worst case  unfolds and the people who push the devils work are saying nothing. Nothing. They are in their darkness. Blood all over their hands for the sake of a buck.

They should hide.

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The Stars are Not Wanted Now

The children are dead and so are we. Stop the clocks and put out the sun for they are not wanted anymore. We have failed in our basic charge and twenty souls tell us so. I can not listen anymore. I can not hear the inanities uttered by failed journalists. I can not listen to the politicians who say nothing. The fear pundits. The distanced victims glancing off their lips. For these were children and not victims. They were not the fallen and they were not armed. They knew nothing of rights or freedoms. They only knew the innocence of those who have not lived.

So I cannot join in. I cannot bring out about healing. There is none now. We have lost too much and for nothing. I cannot listen to the lies anymore. There is no joy . There is only rain and sorrow. We will go on but they will not and that is our charge. We have simply failed them.

So lets pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.  The stars are not wanted now: put out every one. Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone. Silence the pianos and  the muffled drum. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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