A Sequel No One Wants To Write And No One Wants To Read Poem by Jim Yerman

Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don't remember exactly when
because the days all run together…and there's been 6 more since then.

We're on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year…
which means there's no place in this country we can walk into…without fear.

It's sad to think when we go to school, the movies, the mall, the grocery store…
anywhere we roam…
that some of us who set off today…won't be returning home.

It doesn't seem to matter if those murders are splashed across the evening news…
doesn't make a difference…doesn't change our point of view.

Sure…we're angry for a moment…for a moment we might pause…
but the killings keep on coming because we won't change our laws.

I wonder…would we do more than get sad and angry as we watch grieving families cry…if we knew every day 22 children are shot…and 5 of them will die.

Until something is done to stop these killings…killings that everyone deplores
today will join the list…and be a little sadder than the day before.

If you don't think there's a problem in our society…
let me show you what I mean…
This poem you're reading today…
except for the ever increasing numbers
I first wrote…in 2016.