They say he was deranged
The man behind the gun
As he aimed at the children
Picking them off one by one

They say he wasn't sound of mind
The man who deemed himself god
Screams falling faint to his ears
As bodies piled; a mess of red

They say he was mentally ill
The reaper who sowed the school dry
Leaving no table unturned
Basking in their final pleas; unmasked glee

They say they'll pray for the souls departed
And lock away the crazy man
Hoping the public will forget and let go
Turn a blind eye to laws unconstructed; again.