If I’d had a gun on me, I swear

I would have shot that Sonofabitch

Back before I died–shot him dead.

Then you’d fucking remember me.

And, oh boy, I’d make it for money

That I’d be the black whacko with a gun,

And all the stories would be about

The Sonofabitch and his kids and his pets.

You’d make that dirty lowlife Sonofabitch

A fucking hero, and babble on about

How certain people, yeah, certain people

Shouldn’t have guns, and fucking crime.

How’s come cops and security guards

Get to mow down people and nobody

Says shit?  And our fucking Army

In Afghanistan?  Talk about children.

It makes me fucking sick how you

Whine about violence all the time

While you fucking create more of it.

And I’m not even the Reverend King.

Remember him?

Yeah, if he were alive today some psycho

Sonofabitch Security Guard would get him.

And then you’d what?  Hold a fucking vigil?

Goddamn all you white lazy assholes!

Gun control?  You can’t even control

Your own fucking opinion on anything

Without some Liberal or some Nazi

Making you be oh so fucking polite about it.

Is it polite what’s going on right now

In Afghanistan?  Is it okay that every time

A black or hispanic person is gunned down

Some Sonofabitch on Wall Street makes money?

I guess then all this fucking silence about me

Is you being polite cause you’re afraid

The sonsofbitches might shoot you too

If you don’t kiss their rich white assholes.

It makes me sick up here looking down

And seeing you let them murder us again.

Your fucking white cops and security guards

With all their fucking guns and that’s okay?

Shit.  You go on then and piss away what’s left

Of the freedoms my people fought for.

And you take away everybody’s guns and give them

A fucking candle for the sonsofbitches to aim at.

Illegal aliens and guns and fucking war.

With your politicians who mouth off about justice

And the economy so you’ll feel better

The next time they kill someone like me.

Someday some sonofabitch will be in your backyard

Pointing a gun at your little kid’s head,

And when you call 911 for the police,

The operator will tell you that they’re already there.

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(And I’m NOT going to stop until this atrocity from last December is addressed.)