1 Poem for 1 Bullet

I thought art did not have the faculties
To support the weight of such tragedy
Yet we are here
Stone faced at ill fate
Tears waiting and ready

We the masters of expression fear our inability
To fully represent our lament
-Look at poets with a loss of words-

I thought a poem had no place here
It is ill equipped to reach even reach the tip
To properly deal with the politicians

Yet we are here
One poem for one bullet
Trying to do what legislation couldn’t
And I thought poems were never meant to
But this has become natural
We have learned from the tradition of our foremothers

Poems protecting the people we are close to
Doing the job the government was supposed to
And the reason THEY did not shed tears
Is why words have a place here.

1 poem for 1 bullet.