Another firecracker shot drops,
Turning what is into what is
Tearing through the years that had been,
Through the years that were,
And through the years that would be,
Life dismissed with a bang,
And then the quiet exhale of a sigh
Leaving behind the question:
As another child dies,
As another parent cries,
And goes home
To only silence,
And the heavy ringing of an unanswered question.
21.8 per thousand
Which is twice the national average
Welcome to the land of the midnight sun.