GUEST WORDS—(Editor’s Note: In light of the mass shooting in Las Vegas on Sunday, Stephen Cooper’s poem seems more appropriate than ever.)
My country, 'tis of Thee,
Troubled land of shooting sprees,
Of Thee I sing;
Land where 20 Sandy Hook children died,
Land where they tried to kill gay pride,
From ev'ry mountain side, high caliber bullets fly, when will it end?
My native country Thee,
Land of the AR-15;
You love glocks and (other) semi-automatic thrills,
Thy Bushmasters and Desert Eagles kill;
Breaking hearts with eternal chill,
When will it end?