Far too many hate mongers strolling gun gardens.
Far too many bullets serving as the nails for other people’s coffins.
Imagine what it must feel like going to the store to put food on your table, only to find yourself staring down the barrel of a rifle.
Where is our night of star-spangled joy?
Where have all the maps gone to discover new territories of togetherness?
Far too many young minds trapping themselves in the burning bodies of executioners
with no good excuse for their actions.
RichRant 