Thursday, 27 August 2015


A tragedy encased in gunmetal
It's a slippery subject
Like gunoil
As the sliding parts
Of each side
Work themselves
Into an explosive fury

For some, each event
Is a warning shot
That says there should
Be more control
For others
A national safety catch
Is a restriction,
A stripping down
Of their rights and freedoms

Whatever the firearm future holds
The residues of murder
Of premature deaths and suicides
Remain upon the fingertips
Of administrators
As each calamity
Rings out and echos
Across a nation

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