He used to be a normal one
Never missed who lesson or a prayer
Until he found passion for gun
To flaunt it at his fests of fear!

There are no precincts of gore-games
From clicks, joy-sticks to triggers of guns
Vengeance baptizes hate by different names
At the altar of shenani-guns!

He wrote in blood their destinies
Who were strangers to his reason
And left us with candles,litanies
For yet one more ‘hunting season’!

Will more blood spill beyond Nashville
Hasn’t age of outrage raged someone
Every bullet screams out “Kill, Kill, Kill, …”
Ever Since My Neighbor Bought A Gun!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra