guess who's dead now

37 die
Who killed them
Some crazed son of a mother with a bomb strapped to his back
We can discount it close our eyes
It’s Iraq
We can forget
33 die – two days later
Who killed them
Some crazed son of a mother with hand gun in his backpack
We can’t discount it, we’ll exhaust our wringing hands
It’s Virginia
It’s a school
It’s college students cut down in their glorious prime
It’s a school
For God’s sake
Regardless
We will forget
Till the photos and headlines are reduced
To the margins
Again

Alarm yourself
Arm yourself
Go away and hide
Like a mother cat hides her litter
Tell me you believe your religion holds the answer
As you run away and hide
Run to your chapels and vigils
Wallow in front of your TV
Until the next big story
Outstrips your outrage
It’s a good thing everything always happens ‘over there’
Or we might have to exercise our
faith