Loss of Seventeen

Now the White-Winged Owl

Soars above the throng

And seems to be asking -

Why, why, why?

Just like the White-Winged Owl

I, too, am asking

Why, why, why?

Seventeen had to die.

And more time goes by

More politicians dither and twist in the wind

In the web of deception

And self-serving spin

Listen, my friend,

Little else matters

Most weren’t much more than babies when

They fell victim to wanton slaughter

Something’s way wrong with our culture

Each moment we stand by

While little gets done and children die 

Although we've lost seventeen

Now the White-Winged Owl

Soars above the throng

Asking why, why, why

Seventeen more had to die

I ask today, and I vow to ask again tomorrow

And the action so far is alarmingly familiar

And I see RepubliCONs doing absolutely nothing

To effectively prevent another loss of seventeen!

This is written in honor of the Seventeen Minutes of Silence being observed across the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave in memory of the MSD victims and in demand of action against weapons of war in civilian hands.

Photo credit: https://www.timesargus.com/articles/the-outside-story-northern-visitors/