Three shots of whiskey. We must end the Mass murder in the USA.

Three shots of whiskey..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 I am too sad. Someone killed three college kids at Michigan State. Someone killed four college students in Idaho, and someone killed three college students at University of Virginia.  USA had 394 Mass killings this year. When will our leaders learn. Keep the weapons out of the hands of the crazy folks. How many guns do we need in the USA? USA had 500 million. Do we need more?

Three shots of whiskey.

1- I did cry for strangers. Someone killed beautiful faces.

Someone killed our children.

Just babies in life.

I can’t think, I can’t write.

I can just pray for the families.

They won’t see the beautiful faces of their children, no-more.

2- Tonight I am drinking the whiskey alone.

I pour three fingers of the Irish whiskey.

I tell the night.

I hope the people murdered,

I pray they found a better place.

I drink a finger of the whiskey.

And I tell the night.

I don’t understand.

3- I look at the photos of children who were murdered by the gun.

I raised the second finger of the whiskey to the sky.

I asked God. Why?

They killed babies, just beginning their lives.

I drink the second finger of the whiskey.

4- I can’t write, I can’t think.

I feel helpless.

I raised the third finger of the whiskey.

I drink the whiskey and I tell the quiet night.

When will we learn?

Every life is so important.

Please spirit of life and death.

Tell the beautiful children.

We remember them.

Coyote