There’s been another mass shooting—
somehow this has become routine
as brushing teeth, and we go shouting,
“There’s been another mass shooting!”
while lax-lawed guns go on polluting
our world like a gas-powered machine.
There’s been another mass shooting.
Somehow this has become routine.
Somehow this has become routine:
There’s been another mass shooting,
a disease for which there’s no vaccine.
Somehow this has become routine
and though mad at the bloody scene
we let gun nuts go right on shooting.
Somehow this has become routine.
There’s been another mass shooting.