I'll Be a Broken RecordA Poem by Bob BI'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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