People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
It’s never just frightened innocents who die,
from weapons sold to those who mistrust
by strangers, in boardrooms, sick and sly,
who these deaths profit, so die they must.
They ignore truth, as parents’ tears glisten.
Our blood oils gears of the NRA machine.
Death shoots, screams, too awful to listen.
Future promise reduced, meager and mean,
while wealthy misers yearn to live forever.
Thoughts & prayers bid murdered goodbye.
Everybody’s bled by this callous endeavor;
It’s always humanity who suffers and dies.
This is the third adaption of this piece, when there should be no need for one.