Bang, Bang
You’re going on about your business
doing ordinary things on an ordinary day
when, all of a sudden, bang, bang, bang, bang,
your existence is shattered by gunfire.
Bang, bang is the sound of rage
being unleashed among us;
Bang, bang is the sound of sorrow
being imposed upon us.
The world is full of broken people
who are outraged at their fates,
striking out at whomsoever is
immediately within their reach.
Bang, bang is the sound of anger
at the invisible establishment;
Bang, bang is the sound of the ego
screaming out that it’s been had.
Bang, bang, shots fired by abused children,
molested adolescents, social outcasts,
sexually frustrated misinformed zealots,
all trying to even up the scores against themselves.
We are being savaged by an unjust status quo,
as the ancient tribal blood lusts surge back,
while blood-drunk shooters are lashing out
at the imaginary adversaries among us,
Each and every shooter aiming at things
other than the targets in their sights,
seeking retaliations for the real abuses and
imagined insults they could no longer tolerate.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, there goes another
mother, father, son or daughter, sister, brother,
aunt or uncle, niece or nephew, friend or coworker,
teacher, student, neighbor, or perfect stranger.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, the tragedies proliferate
while reporters report and politicians pontificate,
as the body count keeps rising higher, bang, bang,
until, sooner or later, the death toll overwhelms us all.
jpHart
06/07/2022 @ 3:13 pm
words are the best reaction, sans blasphemous bifurcation, perhaps biodegradable placards :H U G: displayed on trees … alone on the pavement 00:00 … cruelty a diabolical competition … redux real & imaginative IF onlys … lost at sea, lost in space … fish nets dos & don’ts: good better best to own $98 than two dollars … more wasting assets than visible stars … magic is warm, Kevlar does not rhyme with greed or fear … man TRA-la-la-la … repair & reverse IF onlys … Hey Sage just ask the lonely … Above that huge black bird swooped right behind the doves, primal, evasive yet tranquil. Truth & tribulation (sic) the youngsters (fade) as interstellar performers, doctors, justice seekers, hey theater in the round what’s that sound. 50 years so fast 8 June 1972 … we hear her cries … lest we forget. Strangers that we met?
Alan Milner
06/07/2022 @ 3:42 pm
Finally, something that I actually understand…but let me offer you an invitation to repost this as an article of your own under the poetry category because thatr’s what you have done here.
Alan Milner
06/07/2022 @ 4:05 pm
I have taken your comment and set it up as a poem and put it into your queue. Log in as a user and you will find it (untitled) in your list so that you can title and edit it. I know that you don’t post but only comment. Try it out anyway. BTW, I learned several important things by doing this. Thank youl
jpHart
06/09/2022 @ 1:19 am
Rather like putting Alexander Haig in charge of emojis.
Tee
Why, AL