It’s a new way of death that I must get used to.
Weapons are carried legally by too many
And the ones of assault are the most popular
Among madmen among us who think that they are
Population reducers by divine decree.
We’re a nation where mass shootings are nothing new.
One child learns how to play dead. The blood of her friend
She anoints herself with. What an awful lesson
To be learned unexpectedly! I feel the pain
Caused by those who are most dangerously insane.
They should not be able to get hold of a gun.
But they do. It is something I can’t comprehend.
What I do know is that politics plays a role
And the powerful dollar erodes common sense.
With a sense of detachment all legislation
Enacted is in favor of owning a gun
No matter who you are. The ultimate expense
Are the lives of the innocent. God help our soul.
I’m the first one to admit that I am insane
Just because I have felt rage that’s out of control.
I don’t want a gun in my life. It is a tool
From the smokey wild west to be used by the fool
Who believes that his weaponry will make him whole.
In the meantime we honor the next to be slain.