There is blood on your hands

There is blood

on your hands,

drops of shame

from the innocent lambs,

for Lady Macbeth

is haunting you.


You who know

what to do,

for there is right

and there is true;

but you turn away

and let the

guns be

on display,

let the guns

take lives away.


There is guilt

in your souls;

there is purpose

but no resolve;

you choose

not to see,

but believe me

Lady Macbeth

is haunting you.