Jezus

13 people injured, several shot in a Sunset Park Brooklyn subway this morning.  I pulled up a poem from 2019 after a mass shooting in El Paso when I was in Spain praying at the foot of Mary. 

= Jezus = 

Take them away.

Don’t hand them out.

Stop selling lethal weapons to lost souls.

And calling it legal.

Stop handing them out.

Stop giving away guns like candy.

Addicted to the sugary illusion of protection.

“The right to bear arms” means an open invitation to murder mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers, children, teenagers. 

To the white nationalist with a hit list.

To the lost in an artificial cyber space of division, desperately looking for something in a twisted way and mistaking illusion for purpose. 

To the one whose insides are so torn they seek tearing others skin from their own heart. 

Stop feeding insanity.

Stop making insanity.

Stop killing your Family.

Stop making it legal to murder 9 people, or 20 people injure 27 more in 30 seconds or ten minutes at the age of 17 or 24. 

And after call it a tragedy.

Call it an investigation.

When it didn’t happen naturally.

When it didn’t need to happen. 

When there’s nothing more to investigate but your ability to deny the obvious. 

This is not a debate. 

We are not here to bring up and misuse an ancient document.

Or tweet a half ass statement or half baked apology. 

Take them away.

Every single one.

Every single gun.

That kills every single One.

Allows an insane ideology to take away someone’s identity.

When the innocent are murdered for shopping at Walmart. 

Don’t you dare sell them at shopping centers like Walmart.

Or stand in front of the NRA. 

Or behind it.

Or next to it.

And call yourself Christian.

You are the Roman Empire killing Jezus.

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Why don’t you get it.

We are here to actualize Love.

It’s called Justice.

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They have not caught the gas mask murderer today. I decide not to take the train.  People yell across the birds chirping outside my window in a domestic disturbance. A weekly occurrence.  No socks today, 71 degrees. Crabapple was the kind of tree other community members and I planted at the hour of the shooting this morning in Saratoga Park.  John, the man with the shovel next to me says “know your neighbors, plant trees, open the door for the elderly.” What you can, when you can, with others.  I know a gun has a trigger and isn’t a psychopathology or systemic ideology but why make it that much easier to be taking lives over planting trees. 

Photo: Castilblanco de Los Arroyos, Spain. 2019.