I'm sorry I cannot cry
for you. I've tried,
but the tears won't come.
Each of you another one
of those acceptable losses
that fearful men embrace
because they refuse to face
their selfish cruelty.
If only we dared annihilate
all this hate,
could we have changed your fate?
As I write these words
the tired old arguments heard
after every mass shooting
are already heating up.
In a few days the NRA
will parade
its' bought and paid for politicians
a few hundred miles away.
Each will say
they care, and they do,
but not about you.
Nineteen tiny caskets.
Twenty-one massacred.
Others injured.
Blood was everywhere.
There will be counselors at schools.
Prayers. Lots of prayers,
but will anything be done?
Have we finally had enough?
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