The problem is

i’m so done with the guns know i’m not the only one 
who wants to run from the ones who think guns will 
be the way they won  and  i  wonder  how  many   sun 
kissed   children   will  be  undone   before  we’re done 
with the guns and the ones who keep mum when the 
guns   kill   enemies but who   run   to the  megaphone 
when  guns  kill  someone  they  run  with  meanwhile 
masked   bandits   with long  guns  hunt   Brown  and 
Black and immigrant ones, run to punish anyone not 
kneeling  to  the    gun-owning   gold-leafed    bunker 
lovers and    none of what we’ve  done    and   all  that 
we’ve not done has not stopped the guns guns guns 
guns the problem is the problem is the fucking guns

by Gale Naylor