Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Poetry Thursday 298 - Donald's guns

Once again a number of children and teachers have been shot in a school in America and as always the president is prevaricating over gun laws!
This poem was inspired by the song made famous by Cher


Image result for children with guns

Donald’s guns

Bang, bang he shot us down,
Bang, bang we hit the ground,
Bang, bang that awful sound,
Bang, bang our classmate shot us down.

We were in grade five or six,
rode our bikes, played games with sticks,
he came and teased us every day,
in a strange and awkward way.

Bang, bang he shot us down,
Bang, bang we hit the ground,
Bang, bang that awful sound,
Bang, bang our classmate shot us down.

Seasons came and changed the time,
we all grew and passed grade nine
he was a loner every day,
we ignored him in our daily play.

Bang, bang he shot us down,
Bang, bang we hit the ground,
Bang, bang that awful sound,
Bang, bang our classmate shot us down.

Blood ran across the classroom floor,
many of us would breathe no more.
Music played and people sang,
for all of us church bells rang.

Bang, bang he shot us down,
Bang, bang we hit the ground,
Bang, bang that awful sound,
Bang, bang our classmate shot us down.

Time to change Amendment Two,
to keep kids like me and you,
safe from harm by misguided ones,
with easy access to Donald’s guns.

Bang, bang he shot us down,
Bang, bang we hit the ground,
Bang, bang that awful sound,
Bang, bang our Donald shot us down.
©David L Atkinson February 2018