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Flesh of Children Carnival
Not much difference that I can see,
Matters of a dark degree,
Through seemingly endless
Is closeted by The Holy See.
Children, abused, need therapy.
Another exploding trauma
Confounds our youth-filled drama:
Gatling Gun deaths of lovers,
Our Sisters, their brothers,
A Best Friend Forever
(The measure of infinity,
Death was totally un-expected.)
This violent action tethered:
Automatically available weaponry.
Articulate children — the rifleman’s fear above all-
Have marched in DC, made the Clarion Call.
Through these student measures,
Finally escaped the pressures
Of those NRA confessors?
Bullies in gun bureaucracies
Lose allegiance of constituencies
Who uphold common
NRA advocates — cranky old gents
And pretty spokesmodels
Are the Bishops and Cardinals
Sweeping violent abuse into some other parish.
Ignore that child’s gaping, giant wound,
This is not the time to heal such matters.
Call student dissent a ‘Carnival?’
Keep threats of carnage fed –
Carnivorous language chews up a student’s head.
With recollected images:
Of that cute kid from the Bio lab
who’s been shot dead;
More fear of the boogey man,
The pedophile priest,
This flesh of children carnival upon which adults feast.
Grown-ups create bureaucracies
That force alter boys down to their knees.
A class sweats for hours in cramped closets
Imagining fearful, awful horrors
a wall away
Bleeding in the corridors.
We’ve lost our own morality,
It is gone from church and state.
Trust Kids to guide our fate?
David Hogg is standing up,
And so is Ms Tarr
Young Mr. Wind gives a good speech
and Emma González is
They impress us with capacities
We’d hope to see in grown-ups, pa-lease?
Virtues, fearless, marched that day.
Apostasy was ripe.
Our old hypocrisies
Are just plain trite.
Kids stole authority
And showed us to the light.
Humanity’s moral incarnation,
Our destinies we gladly consign to you.