You want me to tell you, it's over
no more blood or useless death
It'll never happen again
wasted and worthless the breath
A fluke and a twist of bad fate
a fool with bullets, a gun
The child petulant reviled
but dangerous, down, too each one
Where O where are the parents?
the idiot creators of hell
Making up creatures and monsters
yet not recognizing their smell
So do as you wish, be ye righteous
and believe that all children are mild
Hold too the notion of innocence
but all demons created
go wild
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
You want me to tell you, it's over
no more blood or useless death
It'll never happen again
wasted and worthless the breath
A fluke and a twist of bad fate
a fool with bullets, a gun
The child petulant reviled
but dangerous, down, too each one
Where O where are the parents?
the idiot creators of hell
Making up creatures and monsters
yet not recognizing their smell
So do as you wish, be ye righteous
and believe that all children are mild
Hold too the notion of innocence
but all demons created
go wild
Arm the teachers arm the guards, and teach the guards what too see.
Put in the metal detectors, put the police, in the halls.
Infractions that are violent, offenders, lock them in cells, for us all.
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