I'll Be a Broken Record

I'll Be a Broken Record

A Poem by Bob B

I'll be a broken record;

I'll be a pesky fly

And keep asking questions--

Keep asking, "WHY?"

 

WHY, after thousands of shootings,

Are we still having fights

Interpreting our nebulous

Second Amendment rights?

 

WHY are we constantly told

That there's simply no way

To loosen the very tight grip

Of the intransigent NRA?

 

WHY do some believe

That fewer will be harmed

Or killed by a violent miscreant

If MORE Americans are armed?

 

WHY don't gun owners find

That fine-tuning the laws

To protect ALL Americans

Is a worthy cause?

 

WHY does it fall on deaf ears

Whenever the public demands

Ways to keep our guns

Out of the wrong hands?

 

WHY does it seem to be only

In America that we find

This love affair with guns--

Where guns are so enshrined?

 

Until we see some changes

And answers to questions WHY,

I'll be a broken record;

I'll be a pesky fly.

 

(6-22-15)

© 2015 Bob B


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