“When a nation becomes obsessed with the guns of war, it loses its social perspective.” Martin Luther King Jr.
Billy's Kid Wilma and Billy had a child, O how they loved that child, he was known as Billy's kid, he had a big heart, six chambers they say. He was so full of energy, weirder than a pig on meth, snakier than a cobra, quick tempered, they baptised him Colt, not because he was horsey, he was just a gun kid, especially when he was loaded. One day billy carried Colt to town and emptied his six chambers again and again into a mall, killing dozens. The police arrived and took Colt away, Billy and Wilma wept, they knew he was sensitive, they knew he was triggered, O how they loved that child. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Whoa – a chilling tale
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Playing in a US community every day sadly.
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Yes, so sad…
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That has been happening a lot lately.
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Too much, and no end in sight sadly.
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Paul, your poem reminded me of a song from The Killer’s most recent album:
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thanks for the link, I hadn’t caught up with their new album, now I must go and listen to the whole of it. Yes, there’s an echo, sadly. Thank you very much Lisa.
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It’s a heavy duty concept album about the area where Brandon grew up. You’re welcome.
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Much appreciated
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It would appear we’ve moved past the glorification of gun violence to its normalization.
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Ouch, it is obvious now you say it, but awful to acknowledge.
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It is. I hate even thinking it.
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Yes!
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Great poem – once I got the sympolism
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Yes, a subtle allegory
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So chillingly true!
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