Virginia Tech

OK I was debating: do I comment, or not?

It's so sad, all around.

It's moments like these that I scramble onto the soapbox and say:
NO MORE GUNS.

Arms.
Use them to hug your mother.
Hold a child, a tambourine.
Spread your arms.
Hug yourself hard.

Make pie, make a hat.
Write a note to your sister.
Wave to somebody on the bus.
Turn the television off.

Lay down your arms and cry.