Dancin’ with the Devil

Guns killed nineteen children

And the incumbent governor

Barely blinked

Aside from thoughts and prayers

Nothing’s been done since ten souls

Perished in Buffalo where

An 18-year-old went gunning for

Black people with hate in his heart

The devil danced

In Orlando and Sandy Hook,

Las Vegas and Charleston,

Columbine and Paducah,

Without blinking

Different faces

Different names

But the devil doesn’t care

And the gun cult extends a hand

For yet another dance.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

10 thoughts on “Dancin’ with the Devil”

    1. So much money pours into conservative politicians’ pockets from the National Rifle Association, and that keeps them in line and afraid to endorse any reform. Money is more important than human lives, it seems.

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