A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

Too many guns

When Dixon died the whole country
Wept
At the horror of gun crime.

Clamp down! Clamp down!
They cried. And clamp they did.
But did it stop?

No. Worse.

When Hungerford died the whole country
Wept
At the horror of gun crime.

Clamp down! Clamp down!
They cried. And clamp they did.
But did it stop?

No. Worse.

With a handgun ban they really
Clamped Down!
That'll handle it, they said.
None can enjoy playing
–they're not toys, you know.
We've clamped down hard.
And they had.

Then two girls lay dead,
Prey of gangster rap.
And gun crime triples,
Spirals way overhead...

Clamp down! Clamp down!
They cry–but on what?