Your Nightmare

By Cliff Lake

 

Your Nightmare

 

Okay, listen up, Mr. Conservative,

While you so loudly tout a child’s right to live.

But when comes to guns you remain resistive,

In fact, it really looks like you’re just combative.

 

You keep inventing reasons and causes galore,

While assault rifles are busy creating new gore.

The solution isn’t in making more and even more,

That only results with more young flesh being tore.

 

You have a chance, don’t do nothing again,

No solutions advance, so the fun never ends.

We can all get back to gunning down family and friends.

Well, we’re not giving up on this fight,

But tell us how do you sleep at night?

I hope you don’t!

 

So there GOP, time to seize the day!

With so many guns out there this shit won’t go away.

What’s it gonna take to get you to say:

“Fuck the blood-spattered money and fuck the NRA!”

 

You have a chance, don’t do nothing again,

You make excuses, but you don’t make amends.

We can all get back to gunning down family and friends.

Well, we’re not giving up on this fight,

But tell us how do you sleep at night?

I hope you don’t!

 

You have a chance, don’t do nothing again.

You have a chance, don’t do nothing again.

You have a chance, don’t do nothing again.

You have a chance…

 

GET SOMETHING DONE!

 

Cliff Lake 6/9/2022

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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