Guns and Madmen

I am privileged to live in a land
Where the chances of dying by accident
Are mostly due to misguided motorists,
Small-scale assaults, and occasional madmen.
In other places, where war is the norm,
Casualties sprout like fertilized beans
In all damned directions.
The weaponry's dire, ubiquitous, deadly;
The damage: conspicuous, aggregate, costly.
Nothing compares to obliteration,
With odd

Guns and Madmen