A Killer’s Footnote

A moment of silence for comfort

Thoughts & prayers fall on deaf ears

Every building is a morgue

Every errand is a fear

Breaking news like daily forecasts

Nothing changes but the magazine as the gunman reloads

Only blanks when congress empties the chamber

The powers that be will make martyrs of us all

Kill a child, not an idea

A country of broken minds & itchy trigger fingers

They point the blame like a loaded gun

Never could it be the innocent shooter & his hand cannon

The shooter that stands on the names of his victims

Friends on Friday, mourners on Monday

A student turned war survivor just to grow up and learn,

Nothing changes but the gunman that reloads the magazine

Buried beneath the headlines,

We’re all footnotes in a killer’s saga