the gods of guns.

The gun gods offer us much: control and power. A leg up on fear. 
But they require much: blood. On a regular basis. Of the young. 
It is worth the sacrifice, we say, without words.  

And then, we laugh at the lunacy of those primitives who used to bring their children to a carved rock, believing their crops would receive rain. 

How sad, we say. How fortunate, we're so much more advanced.