I struggle with why and how a fellow human being comes to the decision to kill many others, go on a ‘rampage’ with a gun or other weapon, and cause this kind of deep hurt and malice. I try to put myself in someone’s shoes, to work out what kind of motivations might meet me …
Bloody cowbells leave me be. “Surrender now or follow me!” Parched throats holler, “Come on down! Let us show your soul around!” Pardon, mister, whatcha say? ‘Spirits swallowed every day?’ Why such saccharine in the voice, When presented with such choice? “Chop, chop, sweetie, make some plans. Shout out now, to all who stands!” Reflective …
Amie Zor 