It echoes loud throughout our minds
This sound we’ve come to know,
A metronome in perfect time
Adjusting fast or slow

It follows us to bed each night
And greets us in the morn,
Playing over from the start
Until our nerves are worn

Its origin has many points
Like shopping malls and bars,
From Sunday pews to public schools
Converging on our hearts

Yet no one with authority
To save our very lives,
Will stand for truest liberty
And set the cash aside

The sound we hear each day and night
Is partnered with our dread,
That, God forbid, we step outside
And count among the dead

We look to faces unlike ours
Each one under suspicion,
When hateful, fear-based aryans
Hold the ammunition

And in their wake a child’s cry
Is silenced by a gun,
We shake our heads and say our prayers
But He knows Satan’s won

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, August 4, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number thirty of fifty-two
Photo Credit: Edu Lauton