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What will it finally take? How many have to die? Until you’ll fix the problem As the gun deaths multiply. Women, children, babies These innocent lives are lost How much is a life really worth When the NRA decides the cost. They use John Lott’s fake studies His “facts” are quite untrue But facts don’t really matter In the hatred that they spew. And yet you say you’re pro-life But that doesn’t mean a thing The monumental hypocrisy Within the alt-right wing. As the corpses pile up And the death toll steadily climbs We wait for your response As they chalk the body lines. And so we wait… And wait… And wait… But each day’s a day too late. Between the Las Vegas massacre and the First Baptist Church slaughter in Texas just over a month apart…nothing continues to change with regards to gun reform.
https://thinkprogress.org/debunking-john-lott-5456e83cf326/ https://www.mediamatters.org/blog/2013/10/28/gun-researcher-john-lott-offers-false-firearm-s/196621 http://www.factcheck.org/2012/12/gun-rhetoric-vs-gun-facts/ CDC has been wary of studying gun issues after NRA lobbyists convinced Congress to cut into its funding after a series of studies in the mid-1990s were viewed by the NRA as advocating for gun control. http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/26/us/26guns.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
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We’ve created our own hell
People live it every day As weapons maim and murder Our compassion’s gone astray. Empathy abolished Humanity denied Benevolence’s been beaten Our morals are revised. Extremism ignited Within various religions. Preaching death to others And making it their mission. No longer can we tolerate This horrid lack of judgment Their actions are disgusting Vile and repugnant. We have the strength within us We need only use our words Show kindness in our actions And speak so we’ll be heard. Read to understand Share what you have learned Hold out your hands to others Critical thinking must return. Question what you think is true And learn about new things Freedom in your knowledge Find purpose in your wings. They don’t tell you this in school
They skip over most of it The reality of what happened And the terror we inflicted. Avoiding the conversation The truth of what we did Multitudes of casualties Including women, babies, kids. When we dropped the atomic bomb We stopped hatred in its tracks Our fear and anger vanquished In our monstrous attack. The explosion felt for miles As the ceaseless fires burned We murdered innocent lives Condoned as war adjourned. Weapons of mass genocide We slaughtered them with ease And those who didn’t die Were injured and diseased. The blood, the flames, the screams Burning flesh the strongest smell As ash flew all around them Immersed in Dante’s hell. We did this to Japan We did this to its people There’s no winner in a war When it’s evil vs. evil. I wrote this poem after watching a National Geographic documentary the affects of the US dropping the atomic bomb on Hiroshima: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIs4TLRA1dU It takes religion
To say they’re sinful. It takes religion To treat them like dirt. It takes religion To shun them from society. It takes religion To discard any worth. It takes religion To starve and neglect them. It takes religion To show them no love. It takes religion To abandon and abuse them. It takes religion And their god from above. To toss them aside like their refuse. To dispose of their bodies in a pit. Ignored, hidden, and forgotten The church is a true hypocrite. 796 children had vanished. “Fallen women” were shunned and shamed. As they built their magnificent cathedrals. And the bones in the pit went unnamed. https://www.nytimes.com/video/world/europe/100000005168975/tuam-ireland-babies.html |
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