Summer of violence
Lennon once sang about happiness
being a warm gun
an ironic musing in the final analysis
and something that always
struck me as très bizarre
Where I’m going here is nowhere
over forty years later
hundreds of Lennon’s killed per day
(by way of a warm gun)
in these Violent States of America
july two thousand twenty-one
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A paradox, do you think, humanity and its creation.
Yes, I do think so. Thanks for visiting & commenting on this one.