“We’ve tears still to be cried at night; we’ve hands still to be wrung;

The pain is now and ever for the grieving of our young

Your talk of “thoughts and prayers” sticks like bile on our tongue.”

As every white boy redneck in a truck or on a farm

Brandishes a metal penis nary care nor qualm

And bellows his assertion on his right to carry arms.

“Try not to be so selfish making out you’re so unique;

There’ll be a dozen more or so for you to grieve next week;

It isn’t for the children but it’s for The Gun we speak”

“Perhaps if every teacher in each class could wear a gun

Or maybe if each child could take to school his daddy’s gun”

Does nothing make you think that you’re addicted to The Gun?

From Sandy Hook in Newtown that took place ten years ago

To ten years later murder of ten blacks in Buffalo

And now today Uvalde. 

Have you learned much?

Fuck No.