MURICA, land of the free!
Y’all can’t tell me
Give up muh guns!
United we of the
NRA stand, the sacrifice?
School kids’ blood on our hands.

They paid a price I’m told
These sacrificial lambs of old
To King and Country, bend
When will it end?
Egos in their offices, directing men to war
What was it for?
Freedom? Democracy?
We stop and see through a different lens.
Their lives did not have to end had their leaders been “bigger” men.
Can you not see?
The world wants to be free.
Free from hunger and oppression.
Free from ego and obsession.
When the despots rule, the voter is the fool.
Don’t let their memories fade. The frightened and the brave.
The pawns who played their part in games led by knaves.

Walk into the light
Young men who will fall
Turn your back on darkness
Don't answer the call.
People love your neighbour
Don't give in to hate
Driving men toward the ones who will indoctrinate.
Stand in solidarity.
Condemn wanton strife.
Supporting humanity. Investing in life.

Can someone please tell me
On which plane we now reside?
Valuing the cheap laughs that the
Freakish Trump provides?
Existential crisis doesn't seem
Far off to me, when war and strife
Escapes our eye, in our frivolity.

There once was a Cardinal Pell,
whose innocence didn't quite gel.
He made Atheists hope
(and concur with the Pope)
that hopefully there is a hell.