Let's stop the killings, that's constantly in our land.   We need to take a stand concerning this matter, as we join hand in hand.
Let's stop the killings, in our neighborhood.  We need to cry out against it, and promote the good.
Let's stop the killings, in your local banks.  Don't try to be a hero, preventing the shooter to think.
Let's stop the killings, when going out to a party on a date.  Watch out for your friends, making sure they will not get ****.
Let's stop the killings, don't join in when there is a fight.  Someone is subject to get shot, it's best to run out of sight.
Let's stop the killings, that's in our Schools.  Make sure they are well protected by the Police Officers, dressed up in their "Blues."
Let's stop the killings, when you head out for a Movie Theatre  nearby.  Make sure the doors are not locked, in case of a fire, so no one has to die.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Something in his mouth, teeth
Quickly cut them out and ****
Those sweet infections into me.

Killings about wanting to be
Him, he’s soft skin binder,
The pages inside him shrieking.

Killings about loving, committing
Vomiting a heart and licking up
Leftovers for reminders.

Scratchy down my voice box,
His whispering tongue dances
I giggle, we’re ticklish.

Killings about craving, crushing,
His boney hands in half, his feet
With your crooked knife.

Iron metal bomb breath, his blood
In my blood, his mind in my mouth
Settling in my motionless middle

I love him, dead and dripping down
All over my printed carpet
All inside my sensitive stomach.

Killings about crazy, comfortable
And affectionate, to bruise, a battle
Swallowing fingernails, tears.

What luxury to get mad
about last night's basketball loss
and watch the full moon descending
at the speed the earth turns.

Things could get worse
personally and for the community.
Bombings, killings, anomie
boiling frogs and witches cursing.

The changing climate,
typhoons in the Philippines,
volcanoes and tsunamis, WWII which I missed,
Thanksgiving nor'easter, Easter twister.

What abundance to fast or feast,
your choice, stay inside by the stove
or go outside, climb the mountainside.
Live in a city or small town.

So I raged at the coaches
for their lazy zone defense
like an alien in the bleachers
unable to affect the outcome.

When my sons came home
I yelled at them too. What opulence
to be angry about nothing of consequence
neither stopped by the cops nor slipped on the ice.