How proud you must be!
What an achievement that was
Democracy at its best
It's voice has been heard
The gun has spoken
The gun has made its mark
Brought end to lives
Was the concert too loud?
Was it disturbing you?
You showed them
You'll be famous
As the biggest mass shooter
Until, until the next irate fool
Will press longer on the trigger
Fame is fickle, but,
What a righteous ire that was!
Caught their attention, didn't it?
One bullet was enough for you
What a shame you didn't use
Your automatic rifle
To die in a spray of bullets
That would have been
Poetic justice!
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Lucette C. Bailliet
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