Bang! That’s hot.
Bang! That’s not.
Hand’s up,
Don’t shoot,
Please stop!
In Las Vergas,
Bullets zing by,
Helpless, they flee,
Gun violence.
Through gun smoke’s gloom,
A preacher recites,
Worship our rights;
Like God and love,
Bibles and guns.
The young, aggrieved,
In blood stained jeans,
Stage a die-in.
March for Our Lives,
The Bill of Rights.
We will sacrifice children at a gun’s altar,
We will use black powder in infant’s formula,
We will lobby all day, and sleep well, through the night,
We will not infringe, blessed be, The Second Amendment.
By: Paul Lillie
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That was really powerful!
Well Said Anand Bose from Kerala
Thank you!
Wow very well written. Powerful and shaming. I loved it.