Carnage, bloodshed, mass victimization,
Widespread terror is this gory legacy,
A stain upon the history of my nation,
A testament to collective mass lunacy.
America the Beautiful, a notion
Once praised for justice, freedom, liberty,
Is lost as killers dispense their angry potion
Of hatred, violence, and lack of mercy.
The powers that be languish in failed inaction,
Captive of corrupt and heartless interests,
While death is meted out, with lame reaction,
As Trump condemns all colored folk as pests.
I rise up in ferocity of outrage,
Crying out for strong and conscientious courage.
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You're not going to like this- but I think bringing Trump into this at this point is unfair. There were rampant and extreme mass shootings under Obama. We do not blame a President for what an individual does. I don't think it's time to be political about this. The wounds are fresh and raw. Let's have some psychological civility at least.