Lone Wolf

You cannot be a Lone Wolf
When politicians, pundits,
A National organization,
Half a damn nation
Stand behind you in silence.

Propping up your arm,
Financing the gun in your hand,
Taking aim with their shouts
Of “2nd amendment, stand
Your ground!” Regardless
Of the harm.

We tolerate the violence
Against schools full of kids,
People out with their friends.
Are we just desensitized?
Don’t worry about what’s on screen.
It’s what’s in the theatre itself
That kills you in the end.

Liquifies your insides,
Hot metal through your skin,
Muscles, bones, organs,
Then out the back again.
Where’s your right to bear then?

But keep your damn guns I guess,
It’s worth an accidental death
Or a massacre or four,
Or more.
A human life is worth less than
the tools made to take it,
And we never learn our lesson.

God bless ‘em.
Don’t come crying to me next time,
Damn right there will be a next time.
And you’ll all be guilty as sin,
Just as guilty as him.

Just remember when it’s done:
He may have fired it alone,
But you handed him the gun.