For Children Murdered In School

I have ponder it waking long Curled around my pillow like a fog What was it the morning stars sang Before a tree became a fire log? I do not think I like this place This limitless paradise of ease Where serpents crawl and goodness waste Our callous discontent to appease The next time when children huddled Expire in blood, mark my word, the snake Will in some theory cuddled Earn redemption from fire and the stake They mourn for rights of arms despite The constitution's outworn belief The trust of law could still ignite The land in despot's horror and grief I shall mourn for mothers and me Mourn for children murdered by our greed For power, and the serpent I see Is ego slinking through the shallow weed This paradise is not good. Too Much freedom gives sin an open door Just laws will not still protect the few While terror thirsts for mayhem and gore The tree of liberty has fruits I do not like, faults that threatens me For some claim limitless pursuits That change freedom to insanity.