Spare Me

Time to show that face again, the face of insincere concern,
The one you don when some kid brings a gun to school
And begins shooting. "Such a shame. What can be done?"
Well, nothing because you endorse unhindered purchases
Of arms. Likewise, now you shake you head when people
Try to kill a man whose calls for violence never end. "How
Can we reduce this tendency to go to such extremes?"
We can't. Your leader brings it on.

 

I won't put on your phony face. The things you want, the things
He says, infect the public, like disease, and, if somebody on
A rooftop, hidden in some golf course bushes, takes aim
With a weapon you insist that everyone should have, and tells
Himself that he's the medicine to make us well again, that's
All right with me.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-21 at 23:48

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh my God! How profound is this! I often wonder what it must be like living in the States: Is it infeasible for me to think that you might almost always live with special caution to avoid the possibility of someone pulling a gun out.... and even out of women's purses?
Blessings, Allen
2024-09-22