RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
Mass Murder in Bohemia
The ratatatat of murder
Splits the scene in the city of bridges
City of Kafka, Dubcek and Havel
Destroying the Christmas calm
Shattering the peace
A lone gunman with a submachine gun
A weapon meant for war
A killer of many humans
A reaper of death in numbers
He opened fire on his fellow students
As if it was a war zone
As if it was Gaza or Bakhmut
As if he sought revenge for the killing
Of his people, his friends, his family
But he was not a soldier
He was the killer of his father
He was the killer of his friends
As if he had friends
But a mass murderer has no friends
He traded them for weapons
He bartered them for blood
To those who thought this could not
Happen in Europe
That only foreign terrorists could strike
At the heart of European peace
That Europeans would not kill their own
In numbers greater than one
You were wrong
Prague is a victim of the American disease
The unfettered right to carry arms
The availability of killing machines
Now Bohemia must decide how many
Lives the right to arms is worth
Weapons of war
Armor piercing bullets
Weapons of mass destruction
How many lives are they worth?
