Why Die So Young, Why Die So Innocent In Classrooms

Narratives of students shot in cold blood Not on a shooting range Draw a mass media headline flood Background check seems a request strange To diehard hearts hooked to the dollar From a gun lobby kitty Whose grip on petrified leadership as though in a kraal Where they plead not guilty Turning eyes the other side Mouthing unmeant condolences Snide pride to deride Demands for action that advances A search for a permanent solution To the systemic slaughter Repeated, replayed in lugubrious fashion Without on petrified mouths laughter As innocent boys and girls scamper for cover Under lethal fire Parents struggling to discover In ire If Maggie made it to safety If Jack hid under a desk If security agents on duty Passersby and onlookers they frisk Asking why students ought to die so young In their classrooms As though their lives were dung Treated with scanty respect like cannon fodder grooms Doomed in gloom to die At the hands of loose guns In the most powerful nation that lives a lie Showing ineptitude in vampire vans To resolve student mass murders As a gun lobby habitude with a tongue in cheek attitude Whose attention is glued to gun backorders In paradoxical attitude at a somber latitude.