Just another mass shooting

Let the Autumn come again

And colours blaze forth

Let the leaves erupt in reds

Crimsons, scarlets and ambers

Let the leaves bleed their veins

Fall upon the frosty ground

We shall speak of our new Autumn

We shall prepare in hushed whispers

We shall huddle close under our sweaters

Our blankets, our scarves, our guns

And upon the ground still lay

Forgotten leaves of the last year's harvest

Our bodies will come together

Make more children in a sheen of sweat

Of love, of promises, of laws

And next Spring will come the blossoms

Of our previous year's endeavours

Bursting forth in colours anew

The Autumn will come again

New blossoms will become grown leaves

The bullets will blaze forth

Our children will lay on the ground

Weeping and anger will fountain again

Still we will harvest like it is new

Until this theft robs our forest

The skeletons of dead trees are all that remain

Still smoking like the barrels of our rifles

And Autumn will mean naught

-william paris