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
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Written on 2024-09-21 at 23:48
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