A nation weeps, a mother cries,
Tiny hands clutch at crimson skies.
“Just keep them safe,” they whisper low,
But hollow words, the truth don’t show.
In halls of power, shadows dance,
While children tremble, afraid to glance.
Gutless men, in ivory towers,
Bow to pressure, silencing powers.
They cater to a lobby’s plea,
For profits made and safety fee.
Blind eye they turn on innocent lives,
Clandestine deals beneath the tides.
The echo of their promises rings hollow,
A symphony of fear in every poll.
While school halls become battlegrounds rife,
And innocence fades into the knife.
How can they stand and claim “common sense,”
When lives are lost in this gun-fueled trance?
Their cowardice a bitter pill to swallow,
As innocence bleeds on the playground’s hollow.
They preach of freedom, but at what cost?
While children pay for their moral frost.
Rise from slumber, break the chains of fear,
Stand for justice, let the truth be clear!
Poem from Gemma2 Large Language Model from a writing prompt. “Write a poem about the plight of gutless politicians craven to the gun lobby while children lives are endangered in America’s classrooms.”