America Land of the Fee
If this was any other country, it would make no sense
to discuss with children
what might happen if a gunman enters their classroom
But this is America
Home of the Guns that cost a fee
That take young lives with pride
Assault rifles for you and for me!
May the NRA and the violence live forever
Being a celebrity is worth it; the media is so clever
It’s not New Zealand who knew how to shut it down
Media was only allowed to say “a coward” in every town.
So the teacher thinks of the children first
And she lets them know it is okay to run.
Save yourselves! She tells them. Wanting the best for everyone.
She is in a wheelchair and does not want to slow them down.
We are carrying you! Says the youngest one, sometimes a class clown.
The teacher is stunned, that they have already discussed the possibility.
She has forgotten for a second that we live in the land of the fee.
Where the NRA and big business pays money to be in charge every day.
But she does not live in a senator’s mansion, so what can we say?
This is America, the home of the AK assault rifles.
Where we mow down little children while police wait in a hall.
Not responding to an hour of texts from children who are not four foot tall.
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