To a Better World

A crooked sick society Bringing fear from rivalry Is what I see and feel inside of me Why did he feel like a minority Only to be put down by authority Wishing those children were alive to see The days of light and the calm of night For now I pray for their safe flights To a better world Following that light All because a sick individual couldn’t act right Those children deserved no fight For I hope their reaper gets tortured at night Rotting away.. I wish to spit on his grave While hoping the beautiful souls do not stray They will be in my thoughts as I pray