Ragged threads from now to then,
From gun massacres to Minutemen,
Stretched to a point past all that’s wise,
Kept for the toy soldiers to bastardise.
Like cancer grown from historical lines.
Illness inculcated from ancient designs.
A sea of guns bringing wave after wave,
Of innocents sent to a premature grave.
Watch power and corruption perpetuate
Fear in the feckless of a gun sense debate.
Land of the weak, and land of the scared
Land of the broken, can’t be repaired.