we fear the people who love their guns
more than we love our children.
the atheist prays every day to gods she finds incomprehensible:
Remove the sticks of destruction
from our arsenals and minds.
Banish them to eternity.
Cleanse us that we may be clean.
a merciful god would hear this supplicant,
know her grace,
and answer in the affirmative.
a god who loved his children
would, she thinks and hopes.
but we could surely find other ways of killing, you object.
yes, I acknowledge,
or perhaps
just perhaps
choose not to.