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They’re killing our babies

They’re KILLING our babies

those multi-bulleted, semi-automatic

man-made, politician pocket-lining

machines; getting into the unheld hands

of the broken-spirited, empty-hearted

spice-laden, alcohol-filled, mind-altered

once-upon-a-time hopefully-optimistic

turned love-voided, sadly-desperate

forever-angered, permanently-deranged

Don’t kill our babies

DON’T KILL our babies

They’ve just left our arms

to grow and learn

meet new friends

We tell them it will be okay

they’ll have fun

as they cling to our legs

fearing the changes

fearing the strangers

as we leave them

They’re killing our babies

THEY’RE KILLING OUR BABIES

but tomorrow someone will

still sell these murder weapons

and the next day

AND THE NEXT DAY

and the next

Why aren’t we storming the Capitol

screaming out the despair of our nation

 that THEY’RE KILLING OUR BABIES

 THEY’RE KILLING OUR BABIES

THEY’RE GOING AWAY

TAKE THESE GUNS AWAY

THEY MUST BE STOPPED

FROM KILLING OUR BABIES

No hands doth a heart have

How then can it hold love

 carry burdens heavy

or touch another’s

This vessel which feels

 passion, pain, love

 without end of depth

hath no need of these

nor limbs of any sort

for it holds, carries,

touches, feels in ways

hands could never

unless they turn to ash

 Damaged or broken

 still it beats on

physically whole

the shattering silent

to ears and eyes

while longing

for hands

to hold it