A moving speech or an endless stammer? My ears tremble and bleed. Shut up. Fashion your dogwood rifles and call it an homage. Shoot me in the mouth and tell me what beautiful words I speak. Your backs turn in perfect unison, under the false pretense that you gaze out of the wounds in your shoulder blades. Write your laws and amendments in a blood based ink. All rise, arm yourselves. Do you feel like a man? Can you kill me? Rip open my chest as a familiar gesture, you will find my heart to be impaled by two perpendicular lines. The ones you claim to honor. Welcome to God s country, set foot and be met with the taste of my shiny barrel. You are not my Christ. The only arms we need extend from our shoulders. Your throat is a cacophony. Silence. Leaden seeds bear trees with bitter fruit, thick with the stench of atonement. I would tell you to eat your words, but the bullets you wantonly send are much more suitable. God-fearing family man, stop trying to recreate Him in your image. Go to sleep now with the knowledge that your beautiful gun has plunged a hole in the word of God and the face of your child. God-fearing family man. I implore your silence.