Voices From Uvalde

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While you gyrate
Swivelling your hips like the old time 25-cent chicks in 42nd street peep shows
Frostbitten on January corners on the Hudson River docks
Pimps and prostitutes 
with new ways to exhibit their nakedness
Tents struck down
The show is currently nationwide on Fox and conservative TV
Sing like Donna Summer
In lace and fur from DC to the Texas border
Hey hey
Beep beep
With the diamond in the back
Sun roof top
Diggin the scenes from the top row of the NRA conventions
Mandatory presence for all because that’s how they roll
I’ll be your baby
If you don't do anything
or
talk about gun control
And the children's voices in heaven weep for us 
Those left here will eventually have bloody bookbags
Pencils
Erasers and lunch thermoses delicately placed on our doorsteps
Smiling pictures of fake Donna Summer's with AK-47 rifles
Painted on its side
And the NRA background and brand
Glittering 
Bologna sandwich half eaten because they didn’t have time to digest
Scrambling under tables to avoid the Yosemite Sam bullets
While they gyrated
and seductively danced outside the classroom doors while you were murdered inside your classroom
Ignoring your voices and cries for help
Mama said there would be days like this
And there will be more
God help us
There will be more days like this
While the pimps change the 45 on the turntable
And the prostitutes take five for a cigarette smoke from their Congressional chambers
To return again and do nothing else
But seductively dance to the NRA beat
While the children's voices cry out to us from heaven
Just like street basketball games in the playground
Who got next…