There is a tendency towards nostalgia
Towards looking back
And thinking
Things were better then.
They were not.
Were they
The people then
Would not themselves have looked back
But they did
Longing for a better time
That never was
When massacres on bowling greens
Were not yet fancies in the mind
Or thoughts of attacks to come
Staged by those who seek yet more control
Because it's easier to gather rocks and throw them
Than to fly planes
And it's easier to buy guns and shoot them
Than fertilizer and a truck driven into children
But the same label applies
And
At least in one case
The same results are ready to hand
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