another child sacrificed
to the six-gun
god of Freedom.
bodies stacked
like bullet points
running down the page.
the goddess Playtoy
sings her song
in rural clubs
across the land:
roly-poly acolytes
plink rat-a-tatty
games of praise.
the gods have fed
quite well this year.
huzzah for Freedom
& for Playtoy.
but like their worshipers
they hunger still,
always wanting more.
Thank you for this, the gun-lovers have had their way for a long time. So many people are dying from their hobby, or passion, or whatever it means to them.
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