The Price to be Free

Nothing Left to Say
 
Las Vegas.: another tragedy; more carnage; more bodies and destroyed lives.  Another "law biding" citizen with military weapons. The endless media coverage would have you think this is an unusual event but it is only unusual in that all the deaths occurred in one place.  On average every day 93 people die by the gun in this country. Yes every day and 7 of them are children.  And we accept that as normal.  Just another day in America.
 
I have nothing left to say.  It has all been said and nothing changes. They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.  Every time it is more guns will make us safer and more people die.  We seem to all be crazy.
 
I wrote the following poem after another mass killing but felt the need to share it now.
 
The Price to Be Free
                                                                                                                                               
This time twenty eight
This time Newtown
This time a tow headed boy, a curly headed little girl
This time a five year old, a child of six
This time a teacher, a mother, a lover
 
Every time they say it’s not the guns
Every time they say it’s not the bullets
Every time they say it’s not the hate
Every time they say it’s not the yelling and the lies
Every time they say it’s not the line in the sand
Every time they say it’s not the wars
 
Every time they tell us it is the price to be free
 
Last time it was Oak Creek
Last time it was only six
Last time it was Aurora
Last time it was a dozen
Last time it was a father, a mother, a daughter
Last time was supposed to be the last time
But every time there is a next time
 
Every time there are the screams
Every time there are the tears
Every time there are the hollow eyes and the fear
Every time there are the bodies
Every time there are the pious empty words
Every time there are the guns
 
Every time they tell us it is the price to be free
 
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