A poem, why we must take another look at gun control

What has happened to our world? Where did we go wrong?

Perhaps it started in the seventies and eighties when we listened to the hippy songs

I think it happened much later

When we stopped caring and decided there were no wrongs

We stopped caring about our neighbors who lived just down the street

We became so busy

We didn't even look up to speak

Anyone can buy a gun, it's so easy to do

Just show the gun dealers cash

And a deal is surely to go through

They care nothing about the innocent life they may kill

It's that image

Of the mighty dollar bill

We must as a nation take another look at gun control

Too many are dying

Leaving a gaping bullet hole

The answers are not easy as hunters love to hunt and kill

Innocent animals who suffer

From the hunter's thrill

But the carnage has grown much deeper they now want to kill our precious children

It's up to we citizens of America

To bring an abrupt end

To heroic seekers who want to be remembered

Mental illness must be considered

They are sick

And we must look at that aspect again

The children of the bloody massacre have all been laid to rest

Leaving a hole deeply embedded to all who was sickened by this vile sadistic hatred of our very best

Will we now admit that military guns that shoot a hundred rounds

Should be banned from the public, and gun shows be shut down

The NRA is powerful, its' gonna take the people to stand and say, " no more "

It's a proven fact that the only ones who want to keep the weapons are criminals who kill and love the heartbreaking bloody gore.