Requiem: A Strange Poem on Gun Control

Requiem

Scorching day’s embrace,
AR-15’s clash in heat,
Midnight shadows loom.

In twisted dance,
Eager throng catches voices,
Flames of anarchy.

Guns turned enemies,
Blasted, strewn upon street,
Shattered remnants stay.

Charging relentlessly,
Juggernaut’s roar resounds,
Crushing underneath.

Municipal sweeper,
Brushes up dissipated steel,
Gone without a trace.

Throng cheers, hands do clap.
Tears of joy, unity’s birth.
Death’s past lingers by.

– Further Reading: What makes the AR-15 so beloved and so reviled

– Another Poem by Skendong: Don’t Mention Guns Today