Our Unique Form of Mental Illness

This would be the zealot's dream, the Yankee Doodle
Crackpot's fantasy:  some nut comes into a midwestern
Mall with a rifle, and he begins shooting at people.  That
Part's not new.  Scores are mowed down by such means
Every weekend.  What's different this time is that
Somebody else in the mall has a gun, and he shoots down
The shooter; proof, then, that everyone ought to be armed!  
Well, perhaps not that first man, but don't bother asking
How many of those who were killed would be living if
Nobody there'd had a gun.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-18 at 14:44

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