Warning bell: battle cry.

We’ve seen it all before.

There is the gunshot.

Gunman - eyes bloodshot - we all march.

Our death march.

Gun rains fire in the hallway.

Let me knock on my senator’s door today.

And see the corner of an AR-15 peek out

from the inside of his wallet.

I called it

The same way the ghost of these victims call you.

What a roaring.