“Gun control ?”
“I controlled it.”
Bought the legal rounds
Bought the bullets screaming loud
The voice of NRA screaming
“That’s what makes America proud”
“Gun controlled
I used it.”
The second amendment
The senators on the hill
The guy who shot to miss and killed
The domestic settled on a hand gun
A boy caught between the cross fire
And now the highest figure
Written in the clouds
Burning at hell’s door
Take away these fire arms
No more.
The Guns Controlled
YOU controlled it
© David Mellor
David Mellor is from Liverpool, England. He found understanding and belief through words, and his work has been aired widely, at the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. Discover more about David on his Facebook Page YouTube Twitter: @olunikat
Aftermath (Sonnet)
Heard shooter, down, and blood, then candle, spree.
Today’s compelling sweetness makes it worse;
Our seeming lean to darkness baffles me:
These acts horrific, repetition's hearse!
Let's sheathe our swords, and listen to small birds;
Note vultures sulking, high on gnarled trees.
Their beaks are how they eat, and never words
That poke and prod like bullets - Pray release!
The challenge now is writing how I feel
While dragging every word with rusted chains
That snarl, beg, delay, repeat – I yield:
Just give us nests with birds, a cleansing rain.
The writer wants to slumber with a dove,
to feel soft wings, no words, consider love.
© Kay Weeks
Kay Weeks worked for 30 years for the US National Parks Service in the area of National Historic Preservation, retiring in 2005. She writes and publishes poetry in the US and the UK.
