Given that the media will be focusing on avoiding the Fiscal Cliff into early January, it's appropriate to repost this poem to keep some attention on the disease of gun violence directed at random individuals:
ANOTHER POEM ABOUT GUNS
saw the four-year-old boy
with his mother
at a Target store in the Valley
and the boy had a plastic toy pistol—
black with orange painted on the barrel
to tell everyone it’s not real—
and the boy waves the gun
and yells BAM! BAM! BAM!
I hope and pray that someday
the boy’s mother
will make sure he knows
the exact place
where fantasy stops
and tragedy becomes eternal
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