Lambs To The Slaughter

 
Just another day in the surreal
watchin yet another thrill kill
rollin' along on the newsreel
while talkin' heads spill spiel
'bout how it doesn't seem real
all wonderin' "what's his deal"
stickin' strangers with a life uphill
leavin' 'em dippin' in their own till
payin' debts that're society's bill
America again back on it's heels
and you gotta wonder, do we really feel?
or is it all just piggy squeal?

Perhaps it should be our national seal!

No one round we agree to blame
no one willin' to face the shame
pointin' fingers and callin' names
keep on keepin' on, playin' the game
while politicians avoid the flames
all settlin' for more of the same
showin' we're the one's who're lame
and all the while another takes aim.

And all that's agreed, "the whole fuckin' thing's insane"

It's time to determine how to fight
what's now become a bloody blight
or is this now some sort of new rite?
images that torment into the night
and then again in the mornin' light
is it guns or people, which answers right?
which do we choose to lock up tight?
or do we just keep on avoidin' the sight?

While another soul's forced to take an earlier flight.

The slaughter now comes to the lambs
and we're askin' at who's hands
at who's feet the blame should land
who's at fault for removin' the bland
I think it's all of us, from where I stand.
and it's about time we realize it......."Goddamn"!

So, if you really want to solve it, start by sayin' "I AM"



Submitted for consideration in the "Yet Another Mass Shooting" comp.