Murdery Rhyme: How many more before US politicians grow a spine


A murder-y rhyme, as opposed to a nursery rhyme….

Rat-a-tat-tat,
The bullets they spat,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the killer,
The coffin-box filler,
All on a killing spree.

Pop-a-pop-pop,
The bullets non-stop,
Empty shells all falling down.
The AR, the AK
All legal they say,
And fire off 200 rounds.

Ring-a-ding-ding,
The racists did sing,
And who do you think they be?
The criminal who rules,
The gun-toting fools,
All counting bodies with glee.

I’m glad to hear Elizabeth Warren speak out.  Now let’s see if anything comes of it.

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