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American Identity, American Paradox, Constitutional Rights, Cultural Critique, Grief, Gun Violence, Legislative Capture, Mass shootings, National Trauma, Parental Anguish, Patriotism, School Safety, Second Amendment
In the land where freedom tolls from fractured shore to shore,
We cling to mythic rights with faith turned folklore.
Where children rehearse the drill of lockdown’s silent dread,
And “thoughts and prayers” fade on marble plaques for the dead.
The founding fathers penned their noble dream,
Muskets slow to fire—now modern rifles reign supreme,
For today’s Liberty unleashes rounds too swift to count,
While children pay the deadly price, a tally none will recount.
“Guns don’t kill,” reads the stubborn old refrain,
As mothers rock their grief in sleepless nights of pain,
We arm our teachers, fortify every barricaded wall,
Yet turn our gaze from questions that unnerve us all.
The Second Amendment, etched in faith and forged in lead,
While sirens shatter night—who’ll be the next one dead?
We cradle our children, swearing they’re adored,
Yet tremble at revision of the gospel we’ve implored.
Metal detectors guard the frontlines of their learning,
As sirens pierce the night—dread returning.
We’ll militarize our schools, lock hope behind each door,
Before we question what the gun show has in store.
“Freedom isn’t free,” the banners boldly claim,
And each new dawn keeps count, refusing to name
The price in blood and terror, in tears on bloodstained floors,
As sacred rights grow costlier in untallied scores.
In God we trust, our currency insists,
While leaders mouth platitudes we fail to resist.
We call ourselves the free, the home of the brave,
Yet liberty exacts its toll in every silent grave.
So raise the flag and sing the anthem loud,
Of this contradiction we’re so strangely proud:
A nation that would die to save its guns,
While burying its daughters and its sons.
Collapse of Industrial Civilization 