Church and the NRA
Not much difference that I can see,
It’s a matter of degree.
Pedophilia is known to be
Hidden by The Holy See.
Children, abused, need therapy.
Unfortunately, this other trauma
Compounds our current youthful drama:
The Gatling Gun deaths of lovers,
And Best Friends Forever;
Forever is not as long as expected.
Violence tethers schoolhouse safety
to automatically available
Through these student’s measures,
Finally escaped the pressures
Of those NRA confessors?
The bullies of gun bureaucracies
Are losing the allegiance of common decencies.
Their PR 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 discuss such matters.’
Articulate children – the rifleman’s fear above all –
Have marched in DC, and made the Clarion call.
Counter student dissent as a ‘Carnival?’
Threaten with carnage, so kids fears are fed.
This carnivorous language chews into student’s heads
Recollected images of flesh so red,
Of the BFF who’s been shot dead;
More fear of the boogey man,
The pedophile priest,
The flesh of children carnival upon which adults feast.
The adult world’s full of bureaucracies,
That force Alter boys down to their knees.
A class sweats for hours in cramped closets
imagining awful, fearful horrors
of those other kids, bleeding in the corridors.
But David Hogg is standing up,
And so is Ms Tarr
Young Mr. Wind gives a good speech
and Emma González is tumultuously silent.
They impress us with capacities
We’d hope to see in grown-ups, please?
Adults, the time has come
To let the children guide us.
We’ve lost our own morality,
It is gone in church and state.
We taught them how to do it wrong,
They’ve learned from our mistake,
It’s why they’re strong enough to build
New, youthful, rectitudes.
Virtues, fearless, marched that day
Told truth to failures, now lead the way.
Copyright Bill O’Donnell 2018