Today’s Random Word is: massacre
No one denies that Evil exists
But some act surprised
And just shake their fists
Massacres happen when good is outnumbered
It’s always been true
When the ‘just’ are encumbered
We can fortify Good with equal brute force
Or shame the ‘soldiers’
And make matters worse
Tragedy’s cowardice cloaked in what’s ‘kind’
Battles aren’t won
From that soft state of mind
Self-importance inspires those prone to blame
But heroes get busy
Aren’t selfish nor vain.
The meek, oh so precious: none should be harmed
Whenever Good is disarmed.
12 thoughts on “E.M.’s RWP- #179 Massacre- Arming Good”
And I like the poem. Nice form for your message.
I appreciate your comment, Oneta. Your input is always welcome. ❤
“The only thing that will stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.” Excellent poem!
Thank-you sir. 😁
So you honestly believe that NRA crap that the only thing that will stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun. Welcome to the Wild West of the 19th century America, Susan. You’ve been watching too many westerns.
You can sit on your thumbs and cry woulda, coulda, shoulda, or fight back. Up to you, Sport.
I believe in reality. My spirit animal ain’t a unicorn, pardner. LOL
Are you really that blind that you think every man, woman, and child in America should be armed with the guns of their choice, with no regulations, no background checks, no registration required, no licensing required, no training required and that would make America a better, safer place? You say you believe in reality, that’s insanity. You get no LOL from me on this one, Susan.
You always expand every point to the broadly absurd or finitely ridiculous. With all due respect, continue this discussion with someone who values your opinion and/or your critique. 😛
Says the one who implied that I don’t believe in reality and that I’m a unicorn. I do want to fight back, Susan, with my votes, not with guns. That way, nobody gets shot.
Your lack of self-awareness is astounding, Cupcake.
You’re a funny person. Very sad, but funny in your own warped way. Now it’s your turn, since you seem to feel compelled to get the last word in. What derogatory name are you going to call me in your next comment? Please entertain me with your devilish wit.