So many teardrops
So many years of senseless killings
The earth is soaked in blood
“Prayers and thoughts are with you”
Is said again and again
At school, at work, at concerts too
Bullets are buzzing like a swarm of flies
Insanity seems to rule the day
For the right to bear arms
Carries more weight than dead bodies piling up
Your child, sister, brother, parent or friend
Has paid a price most often charged to soldiers
But the war is now on city streets
In classrooms, churches, and everywhere
Who will be the next to die?
Where will the next shooter stand?
The grief, though real, is not enough to reach a cold, hard heart
And sorrows reach across this land in cities, towns, and counties
Where will it lead? When will it stop?
In the arms of first responders
In the land of the “free”
And the home of the brave