Cold Dead Hands
Mother don't hear the birds sing
Eyes filled with tears death brings
Babies massacred attending school
At the hands of a deranged drool
Assault guns increase the killing rate
Inaction by congress sealed their fate
Mother cry out in vain
No one can feel their pain
Guns built for war
Available at the local store
Adult just turn away
No one will have to pay
The NRA said my cold dead hand
Mother children now take that stand
Copyright © Sean Ferris | Year Posted 2018
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