SOME NIGHTS YOU DANCE WITH TEARS IN YOUR EYES

When guns have more rights than women.
We march to gain control.
Our bodies, ourselves, our credo.
We stand united and determined and yell.
Overturning our dignity.
The fire, the fury, the horror.
We beg to know the “why’s.”
As we scream and wipe our terror.
Children shot dead in the school yard.
Before our very eyes.
With prayers as they get on the camp bus.
That we’ll share dinner when they return.
The devastating threat to our values.
Standing sideline as our moral bibles are burned.
The legislative banning of assault weapons.
Our lack of control has us sitting in fear.
Our constitutional rights dispelled.
In a huge destructive hand-basket,
Our world has gone to Hell