In Guernica the dead children were laid out in order on the sidewalk
In their white starched dresses
In their pitiful white dresses
On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes
Where death came in as thunder
While they were playing their important summer games
Do not weep for them, Madre
They are gone forever, the little ones
Straight to heaven to the saints
And God will fill the bullet holes with candy.
These lines (from a song by Joan Baez, based on a 1943 poem by Norman Rosten) came to mind as the news of yet another horrific school shooting was met with declarations of thoughts and prayers by the same people who cling to their assault rifles (and their campaign donations from the gun lobby.)
No matter that statistics show a leap in mass shootings since the GOP ended the ban on assault rifles. The "pro-life" party has nothing to offer but thoughts and prayers and a call for more guns.
If ever there were an argument for the non-existence of a good god . . .
