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By: Cedric McClester From what I’ve been able to glean It has somehow become routine That we constantly repeat this scene Now it’s Oregon close to Eugene That a gunman let his bullets fly In a college but we don’t know why Or what was the deal with this guy And did those ten have to die Don’t it seem as if we’re at war Doesn’t that call for a change in the law How can we continue to ignore The voices of those who implore Us to come to our senses Because this is becoming expensive In lives lost which are extensive So why do we remain so pensive And if I may be perfectly blunt Who needs an assault weapon to hunt Though Conservative will probably bunt Ain’t it time that we finally confront This illness that we seem to have What will be the curative salve Hasn’t anyone done the math If it wasn’t so tragic I’d laugh So tell me what’s it gonna be Cos I’m sure that we all agree If we don’t like the carnage we see Somehow we have to break free How long will we tolerate This issue which should dictate That we can no longer wait As we watch the death rate inflate Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
IT HAS SOMEHOW BECOME ROUTINE
By: Cedric McClester From what I’ve been able to glean It has somehow become routine That we constantly repeat this scene Now it’s Oregon close to Eugene That a gunman let his bullets fly In a college but we don’t know why Or what was the deal with this guy And did those ten have to die Don’t it seem as if we’re at war Doesn’t that call for a change in the law How can we continue to ignore The voices of those who implore Us to come to our senses Because this is becoming expensive In lives lost which are extensive So why do we remain so pensive And if I may be perfectly blunt Who needs an assault weapon to hunt Though Conservative will probably bunt Ain’t it time that we finally confront This illness that we seem to have What will be the curative salve Hasn’t anyone done the math If it wasn’t so tragic I’d laugh So tell me what’s it gonna be Cos I’m sure that we all agree If we don’t like the carnage we see Somehow we have to break free How long will we tolerate This issue which should dictate That we can no longer wait As we watch the death rate inflate Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
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