Madison, Mason, Hamilton,
I have a question
About this amendment to the Constitution.
There seems to be confusion,
about it’s inclusion.
Let there be no illusion
today’s policy is a delusion
of its purpose, its intention;
A justification
that illustrates collusion.
Please clarify the motivation
of these words in need of a transfusion;
a reminder that they are
for the people,
by the people,
so why then are the people
dying in a frequency that we’ve never seen?
Shattering a families dream
of the things that could have been;
if not for this “misunderstood” teen
(more accurately defined a fiend).
And we are left with the task to glean
would these word ‘er be written if to mean
your musket would become an AR-15?
So we watch as society careens
debating if this piece of property outweighs
our right to life,
our right to liberty,
our pursuit of the right of happiness.
The faces of this movement wet and scared.
Their ears brim with offers of thoughts and prayers.
The journey of the survivor is filled with stares
of those who, to your face, profess that they care.
Until a time or place would dare
their truest heart to be laid bare;
in reaction to this evil slayer
and forced to show their inner player.
Hiding behind opinions they claim are layered
as party lines draw a democracy in need of repair.
Answers are shouted but rarely heard:
Trust the NRA!
Trust the PTA!
No, trust the eyes of the child looking up to you!
The sadness and anger of our sons and our daughters,
sent to school, concert, club-not sent to slaughter.

Their lives not meant as political fodder
in the blue and red chambers teeter totter.
Each tragedy creating another pot stirred
where officials feel the fire beneath growing hotter.
If you don’t make a change, you’re no better than the plotter…
so your vote has been sought ma’am, unless you’ve been bought sir.
Who’s interests are you fighting for when
money talks,
the media talks,
but there is no straight talk and no one is listening.
Words spoken over one another leave no room for debate.
Deaf and inert to the pleas of the irate
with needed assurance our world is not lost to hate.
Add 17 taken and again we’re too late,
Now more than ever we can’t sit and wait.
Paralyzed by a law that we must antiquate;
re-amend our outlook- refuse to accept this as fate.
It’s time to prioritize the right to protect, not mutilate.
We promise not to succumb or be forced
into the darkness,
into the despair,
into the shadows by the elected.
This cannot be the intent of the papers you wrote
and yet your words are the excuse based in bastardized quotes.
Founding fathers find themselves becoming scapegoats,
whilst today’s politicians seem no better than colonial red coats.
Our current state reduced to anecdote
and the victims sadly a postscript, a side note.
The one thing that keeps our spirits afloat
is the minute these children grow up and can vote,
today’s abusers will lose their seat and their agenda to promote.
And this new generation can state
I have a dream,
I have a voice,
but you’ve had an instant, an event, taking it all away.
The reaction, like the gun, is semi-automatic.
A self fulfilling prophecy grown from the pragmatic
responses that are static ‘stead of trying other tactics.
Let’s come together with ideas-turn a light on in the attic.
Basing policy in common sense is somehow enigmatic
to those upon the pedestal who are purely bureaucratic.
Special interest groups feeding lawmakers like they’re addicts
as We the People sit by in a growing sense of panic.
All sides having a measurement for success
in rounds per second,
in lives per second,
So stop pleading the second and look around.
Most of these murderers were seeking fame or a thrill.
Yet we continue to blame the mentally ill,

as if the problem of guns disappears with the prescription of pills.
Without a capable weapon there’s less opportunity to kill,
and yet there’s dissension about creating a bill
that makes obtaining guns harder, requiring training, or skill.
Was this what you pictured when you inked up your quill?
Fear not. There’s a new revolution- we’ve had our fill.
It’s time to rise up- bring our words, and storm Capitol Hill.