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Did you see
the Manifesto
written
on the bathroom
Mirror?

It was adjacent
to the Over used Bic Razor
and empty bottle
of Clearasil

Cries of Help
were suppressed
by Ritalin

Obvious signs
were ignored
by your daily
consumption of
Vodka
and Episodes
of "Dr. Phil".

A Psychiatrist
who specializes
in troubled teens
prescribed
what you wanted
to hear

The local Gun Owner
never questioned
why a middle aged
mom would
buy an AK47
for her son
who wore
a black Tshirt
with the word
"Anarchist"
spread across
its'
Cloth.

Monday Morning
came about
20 dead
30 injured
and those who
knew
him told
the media
they never
saw it coming
as he was a quiet
but nice
young man

Society's Desperation
Breeds
Politicians who
like Cock Roaches
hover
over a dead
carcass in
order
to take over
control

A conspirator
is labeled
a Fool
While world
leaders
assemble
quietly in
a secluded room
waiting for their
chance to
kiss the bullet
that came
from the fatal
wound
of JFK

When Will We Learn
that
The Infection
that has plagued
the human species
cannot  simply
be treated by
Band Aids
called
 Policy and Governmental
control.

This  blistering
 wound
must be treated
first
from within
and that begins
by teaching our
youth
what morality
means..................................

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Wayne Stubbs

Very good piece! Shocking to the core, very realistic ????

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