The Many Poems of Larry Bernstein

American State of Mind

The door is opened,
by the son,
who plays the music,
and holds the gun.

All the while,
the sirens blare,
but no-one noticed,
him in there.

He's as a bee,
for once he's stung,
another sacrifice,
one more done.

The TV screen's promulgation,
another tragedy, beloved nation,
let's talk of laws, let's talk on acts,
perhaps a bill can save the lives that passed.