No Mud
too much hostilities
in all the big cities
and all the small towns
they have their own frowns
there's too many guns
for fathers and sons
people are dying
many are lying
shootings are on the rise
and way too many cries
guns are selling like hotcakes
our protection no mistakes
U.S. becoming bloody
making our future muddy
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016
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