Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The Senate and The Gun


Senate.
Sen is old.
Old + ate.
The new on a plate.
Burp.
Oops sorry.
That was gun fire.
Made in America.
Children dead, in schools.
Born in America.
Parents fear, worried
Will my daughter return home today?
Freedom in America.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
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On the defeat of Gun control measures in Senate United States of America.

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