They Cannot Gun Us All

They’ve come to kill us, these poisoned hearts.

They’ve come to take our innocent and young.

They’ve come to cut down our wise and wizened.

They’ve come to slash our soft and pure.

They seep into our waters

across oceans and fields of tranquility.

They march in step to a raging scream

a hatred pulsing through wretched limbs

flowing down ugly veins bulging out

from under little wrinkled souls.

They’ve come to murder us as we sleep

as we eat

as we pray

as we wait

as we live and breath.

All they want

is to silence those they deem unfit

those who rise from the dead

over and over and over again

with open throats and bullet holes

resurrecting the voice

determined to sing

so loud

so strong

so overpowering

the demons slipping into skin

will melt from the heat.