They taken our last sanctuary,
it's become a shooting range;
where everyone's a victim,
by someone that's deranged.

The young, the old, the middle-aged,
they're all targets to the gun;
like sitting ducks in carnivals,
they've nowhere else to run.

Death to those who worship,
in prayer and meditation;
what does it say of us?
this place we call a nation?

There's no safety, anywhere,
inside, outside, in schools;
only random mayhem,
wherein the chaos rules.

They taken our last refuge
nothing left is sacred;
only mournful cries,
only abject hatred