When Michael was small I used to sing 'Rock-a-bye-baby" to him. One evening at bedtime I began singing. He put his hand up to stop me. "Mommy," he said, "I don't want you to sing that song anymore." "Why not?" I asked. "Because it's about murder."
Wow! So, for the first time, I paid attention to the words I had heard for decades and thought about what they might mean to him: "When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all."
Seriously? This is what we sing to our children? Yikes! How did I not notice until he told me?
Somehow I make a connection between this story and the voices of our 'gun culture'. A murdering refrain without considering the meaning of the words.