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?
