Fuck your gun, your right to carry it does not supersede a 6 year old child’s right to enjoy a festival with the family.
Fuck your gun, your right to carry it does not supersede a family’s right to go grocery shopping on a Saturday morning.
Fuck your gun, your right to carry it does not supersede an adult’s right to enjoy a night out with friends.
Fuck your gun, your right to carry it does not supersede a student’s right to get an education without having to attend classmates' funerals.
Fuck your gun, your right to carry it does not supersede a believer’s right to worship the God they choose.
Fuck your gun, fuck the NRA, fuck your thoughts and prayers, fuck the cowardly thieves who represent us.
Fuck your gun!
Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, dad, husband, and guy who never gets tired of sunshine or tacos. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings.
