The Ghost Of Gun Control Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When a ghost-made gun kills at random,
But unmoved goes the whole twiddledom—
I've a gun, so I kill,
Beware, my psyche's ill,
The rest us yawn with utter boredom!
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A sixteen year old boy opened fire at random in a school killing two classmates andwounding three before shooting himself and dying next day. The weapon of mass kill was a ghost gun assembled from a kit (duly assembled 80%)and freely available in US of A. The motive remains elusive as on still. All else yawn and something similar happens in just a few days.
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Tongue-in-cheek |29.11.2019|
Topic: guns, murder