Barbaric Lobbyists at the Gate

by Ron Lucas / March 25th, 2018

The rain comes down
Constant and
Steady,
Inexorable as the
Blood of our
Children.

The wind comes fast,
In violent
Bursts,
Inescapable as the
Bullets at our
Children.

What will we call the
#NeverAgain
Movement
When it happens
Again?

And again, and again,
And again,
And…

My only grandchild
Starts preschool
This year,
And
I can’t even
Pray;

The N.R.A.
Owns God
Too.

Ron Lucas is an autodidactic, former factory and warehouse laborer. His poetry has appeared, off and on, in various publications for years. Read other articles by Ron.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 25th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.