You Let It

By Cliff Lake

 

You Let It 

 

You let it happen again.

You made it happen again.

Childhood bloodshed and there’s no end,

You let it happen again.

 

Multi-score murderer at only 14,

How did he get ahold of that 15?

What have you got by way of explanation?

Just some more sorry twisted machinations.

 

You let it happen again.

You made it happen again.

Childhood bloodshed and there’s no end,

You let it happen again.

 

Complicit conservatives all in a row,

Lapel lover, how low will you go?

Don’t forget the prize Margie said,

Will the last train out of Georgia bleed red?

 

You let it happen again.

You made it happen again.

Childhood bloodshed and there’s no end,

You let it happen again.

 

NRA backdoor open to one and all,

And it’s schoolchildren not House brats that take the fall.

It’s not your bank accounts that are in the red,

No, it’s the body count of the innocent dead.

 

You let it happen again.

You made it happen again.

Childhood bloodshed and there’s no end,

You let it happen again.

 

The 2A was never meant for these ends,

You let it happen,

You let it happen again.

 

Cliff Lake 9/5/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

Location: Winder, GA 30680, USA

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