Another day
Another headline
Another body count
And I can’t keep track anymore.
Too many people
Too many lives
Have been wrenched away
Beaten
Crushed
Stolen
And yet we do nothing
We beg
And plead
And yell
And cry
And still we are ignored
Because the dollars lining
The pockets of Congress
Mean more than
The breath in our lungs
This piece is part of Under the Gun, a Rambler feature series on gun control & gun culture in the wake of mass shootings and the March for Our Lives. Read the other parts of the series here.
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