Too Easy

Too Easy

With less force than it takes to turn my phone off
They killed Alex Pretti.
With less force than it takes me to turn the lamp off
They put a bullet through his head.
Do you know how long it took to make a head like his?
Fourteen some billion years.
But it took less force to pull the trigger
Than it takes to thumb the blossom off a dandelion.
The force needed to fret a chord on the guitar
Is less than the force it took to end a life.
I’ve used more force to open a bottle of dishsoap.
To flick a lighter.
To crush a peanut shell.
They make it so easy now, any coward can do it.
The less training the better.
Better yet, find the ones no one will sleep with,
The ones who always wanted to play with the big boys,
Who get so excited putting on their little outfits.
But if you take a life you better be ready to carry it all the way
To the end, there’s nowhere to set it down.
Which is why it would be easier for everyone 
If pulling a trigger was hard.
It should be hard, should be near impossible.
I mean two hands, leaning back with all your weight.
Shooting someone should give you a hernia.
And you should only be able to fire once an hour.
Oh and can we slow the bullets down please.
They should move as slow as a huge fly in a hot room,
One of those flies you can’t catch but could if you really tried.
Then I wouldn’t care if it was easier to pull a trigger
Than to pull the cap off a pen,
Or the lever that makes the shower a bath.
In that world bullets would tickle,
You’d hardly notice you’d been hit,
And children would pick them up like broken sand dollars
Their parents won’t let them take on the plane inland,
Like pennies they don’t even make anymore,
Like candy scattered on the street at a parade.