From Texas to California, South Carolina to Oregon
Smoking guns rule the roost, from dusk to dawn
Play games of cold passion, new kids, on the block
Gory lessons of obsessions, scratched on walls, with red chalk
Why guns became the creed, of this American breed
For ages indeed! America destined, to bleed
Thru schools and colleges, bloodbaths galore
These kids ain’t done yet, blood-thirsty, all the more
Is it some trendy video game, or legacy of “Tombstone”?
Why shouldn’t idolize youngsters, this prophecy, homegrown
With 280 million guns, 4.5 million per year! Does Obama care?!
Every Christmas, a bloody Christmas, every New Year, a bloody year!!
This relentless, blood flood, does it define American ethos?
Fewer lost to liberty, more sons to guns! What a lavish loss?
Is it the whiff of gun smoke, which weighs down the blue air?
Or the charcoal smoldering, from someone’s funeral prayer
Is gun-culture some fad, in this hallowed American Land?
Fortressed from fanatics, wrecked, Bastille, built on sand
Which mother bore that son, who slaughtered this mother’s son?
Two mothers stand demolished, by a single shot of gun!!
But gun is a well-paid trade too, spins monies for, touts and regimes
So coldblooded is this dealing, deafened to next door screams
Is the state impotent, held hostage to its own laws?
Have they enforced in schools too, “… at your own risk” clause?
Is racialist their genre, or some reckless passion, profound
Doesn’t he slay, his soul too, not just compassion, downed!!?
Dailies splatter the murders, in crude colors of black-and-blue
Congressmen, warily tint their tales, lost somewhere, the hues that strew
Will tomorrow be, one more day, of a bloody, newsworthy shootout?
Will Obama slumber tonight too, in the coffin of, today’s fallout?
Will American Dream breathe free, thru this miasma, wherein blood rots?
Shan’t we dream of that America, where guns call the shots?!!!!
© 2015 Vikas Chandra