When life becomes hollow and empty
and mothers are driven to their knees,
with broken hearts and crushed souls
as the children are placed in unnecessary coffins,
it is long past the time to cease the carnage.
There he is.
Buried beside his grandmother,
slain by another fancy man,
swallowed beneath the green grass
turned brown, covered over by pointless fate.
When life becomes like the bloated carcass of a dog,
rotting in the street,
we need courage to stop the madness,
or pray hard to your god,
that it is not your child who is the next
to be shot in the face by a crazy
with an AR-15
Never underestimate the power of human cruelty