Blood By The Pound

  No matter how perfect this nation places itself to be, or says it is a forbidden secret taunts her from within. This secret was Obama's biggest failure, but Trump's greatest accomplishment. It's due to this secret that many lives both young and old have been taken. For those that don't know or understand this dirty little secret that plagues this nation from it's core is the topic of mass shootings.  

  Mass shootings have spilled more blood to the point of no measure. At this point blood not determined by inches, but by the pound.    

   As told to a reporter Obama said that after seeing the aftermath of Sandy Hook he wanted to push a bill for background checks regarding gun purchasing. Oh did the media (Liberal and Conservative) have a field day. Terms such as "Communist" and "Dictator" were thrown at Obama like no one's business. 44 was hated just as much as he was loved and admired. Congress always being congress a bill was never passed or introduced, leaving the country on stand-still about the safety of lives.  

  It's been two years since Trump has been in office. Do you know what still remains the same? There's still no bill on gun regulation. To name a few tragic events such as Parkland High School, Thousand Oaks, and The Tree of Life we're all met with little to no action from the republican ran senate.  

  Times like these are moments to shed tears. However, everybody that dies by a bullet does not receive sheded tears. Although the homicide rate is almost the same in the black community than it is in the suburban areas a game of Who Shot John? is played when it goes to stating this fact. I remember a verse that Drake dropped that said "It's not the bullet, it's the shooter that picks them." This happens to be the case in the recent series of mass shootings.  

  As usual the suspects of these mass shootings are mostly southern/or middle American white males. Oh yeah and I forgot to say that these suspects are proud Trump supporters. Well what's good for the goose is good for the gander if one would ask me. I haven't written a letter in sometime now. If I ever felt tempted I would mail a letter to the government. Writing only five words in bold the page would read WHERE ARE THE BLACK EXTREMIST? The evidence is clear that we live in a white man's land.  

  Reminiscing is never an easy thing to do, but it must be done. I remember making pistols out of Legos and playing around the house with them. Running around the house I would yell out "freeze" like I was some kind of cowboy or cop. This use to get on my mother's nerve for some reason. Maybe she wanted her son not to be an enforcer of the republic. God only knows.  

  Let me not get goo deep into my personal upbringing. Shall we move on.  

   Yet again I know that this sounds strange coming from me, but the only thing one must do is pray to The Most High before leaving home. We may not be able to do anything (along with congress), but we as a unified collective can aim to be the best version of us we can be.  

  Ahh! where do we go from here? Deeper down the rabbit hole we go.