We all start out as a fetus
Woman births man
Man births gun
Gun births bullets
Bullets birth tears...
No birth is easy
There is always pain
Does the gun cry
Does the gun scream out for its babies it could never birth again
Like a mother giving birth to 16 children...
What's post partum for a revolver like...
Is it regret
Is it shame
Or pride for each bang?
It only takes a few seconds to switch from one recently fertile clip to a fresh one ready to make babies of its own-
Talk about speedy recovery.
Automatics dont know how to quit giving birth
They scream and scream and scream
Til their canal is molten red and smoke drifts to heaven
Can they smell gun smoke up there with all the ones sent there BY guns?
Are the children of Sandy Hook warming their hands by the same gun fire that the children of Robb Elementary do?
The looks on their faces they must have had. Talk about ' Me Too '.
The last things they must have heard...
The last things they must have thought...
One minute I'm new to this world and the next I'm back in the stream of consciousness i came from...
To live shock and awe but too young to understand the reference...
How can you be anti abortion AND pro gun at the same time when a baby's adult future is aborted at 6 weeks or six years what's the difference?
We can't abort school shooters like we couldn't abort fetus Hitler but a gun purchase should be aborted if it's by a mentally unstable purchaser bent on bringing the pain of hell to 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th graders...
Like many of us
Bullets leave their parents too fast
To get to know their parents.
They don't know where they're going or where they came from
But they won't stop
Til something drops
Too far gone
To look back to the parents it came from
The bullet lives half a second
But mom and dad keep going on...
A gun cant be anything but a gun...
Bullets cant be anything other than a bullet...
History can be a teacher or a slave driver...
The truth can be a key
Or it can be an invisible 800 lb gorilla shrouded in nuance and mystery awaiting enough third eyes to bring it into universal reality
Or the truth can be a gun in the hands of everyone
Pointed at the temples of self we worship
As we hold our collective selves hostage to history
But if you ask if we've learned anything
All you will draw is collective blanks.
Stares from one empty cranium to another
No power for those with thought
And ONLY thoughts from those with power.
History is the cruelest
To the surviving parents
A true slave driver
Cracking the whip so loud it hollers
As if they need a heartless reminder
That we as a SOCIETY
Let down their son or daughter
Because we don't live to protect each other
Or we wouldnt allow retailers to profit from legally facilitating MASS murder.
Notice I said WE
You and me.
We create our killers
We elect our leaders
We call ourselves a civilized society
Though there are more guns than people in this country.
But there isn't a militia in the world capable of defeating the United States military.
Imagine you and me versus the U.S. military.
Would it matter if we had 1 gun or 50?
Nope.
We'd lose just like the babies from Sandy Hook and Robb Elementary.
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