America is a Gun by Brian Bilston
England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.
Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona’s hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.
Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.
Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.
Response to Brian Bilston’s America is a Gun
“Bystanders killed by bullets not specifically intended for them have long been
a very small part of the homicide problem.” (Journal of Quantitative Criminology)
i.
Bystanders have been a small
part of homicide problem;
how dare they keep jumping in
front of those stray bullets.
ii.
America IS a gun.
Three hundred and twenty one
people are shot ev’ry day,
ninety unintentionally.
America IS a gun.
Some are only bystanders;
fathers, mothers, son, daughters,
grandfathers, and grandmothers.
America IS a gun.
Innocents shot while driving,
sitting, standing, and sleeping;
talking, visiting, and walking.
America IS a gun.
Others are shot while shopping,
at the movies, concerts, and
clubs, or while going to school.
America IS a gun.
We do nothing to fix this,
stymied while the next bullet
Flies at the next “untarget.”
iii.
Per one hundred thousand people,
eighteen countries suffer the loss
of half a person to shootings.
Then there's Chile; then there's US.*
*Institute for Health Metrics Evaluation
2 Comments
Two responses here: https://www.edwardiantimes.net/2022/09/america-is-gun-with-response-poem.html
ReplyDeleteSo cool to be having a conversation this way between meetings.
Steeling Your Love
ReplyDeleteThe Remington that made my typewriter
Formed firearms from the same earth treasures,
Mined and shipped and molded for battlefields
On our land and in our minds, exploding
What we know of sovereign identity,
Forged steel twirled into hot trajectories
Forged into letters that give shape to voice
Messages challenging our right to be
Here or somewhere, vessels destined
To return to earth, where hope and history
Might rhyme or die, where love and light
Might light the fuse of imagination.
What cold metal would you have in your hand?
How would it shape your love for this, our land?
From Britannica:
“[I]n 1867, the American inventor Christopher Latham Sholes read an article in the journal Scientific American describing a new British-invented machine and was inspired to construct what became the first practical typewriter. His second model, patented on June 23, 1868, wrote at a speed far exceeding that of a pen. It was a crude machine, but Sholes added many improvements in the next few years, and in 1873 he signed a contract with E. Remington and Sons, gunsmiths, of Ilion, New York, for manufacture.”