Not a drill...

...the horrific shooting in Uvalde's elementary school yesterday. I heard TV announcers advocating lockdown drills as a solution as I watched in a medical office waiting room, and my blood pressure skyrocketed. As I write now, Texas' governor and senators are traveling to the NRA convention to speak of status quo. I anticipate they will present again gun rights activist arguments against doing anything to regulate sale or ownership of assault weapons or any other firearms. I offer this poem. It is excerpted from a dramatic script I am writing. It tells stories about volunteering to mentor in a South Texas elementary school. Yes, I am a stakeholder, yet again appalled at ineffective actions to protect innocent humans from lethal bullets. We must stop thinking and praying and start passing meaningful limits on purchases and use of killing tools. Locked, Loaded, Dreadfully Drilled

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