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Shame
What must we do to make our children's lives matter?
Unless we make a change we will see more lives in tatters
Sentenced to regret every word they might've said
To a deranged and bullied kid who wasn't right in the head
Wondering if there was something they could've done to save their friends
Now there's no way to turn these wrongs to rights, there's no amends
The whole world can mourn but we're not taking solid action
Even if changing the laws only takes losses down a fraction
Worthwhile it would be to minimize casualties
Yet we keep moving on and let it get worse gradually
Headlines of yesterday that we forget so casually
Moving into tomorrow, there will only be more sorrow
Students watching the clock don't realize their time is borrowed
Where will it happen next? Surely not my child
It's easy to dismiss from a distance as bodies pile
Another pool of blood to wash up off a classroom floor
They've already reached the ceiling, morgue only expecting more
As people shrug it off and claim results will only be the same
When we try to save some lives they only shift the blame
Instead there's nothing being done
They stand by their precious guns
Tools of destruction become the standard
Because our culture is enamored
We must make forward progression
Before class is back in session
Unless we make a change we will see more lives in tatters
Sentenced to regret every word they might've said
To a deranged and bullied kid who wasn't right in the head
Wondering if there was something they could've done to save their friends
Now there's no way to turn these wrongs to rights, there's no amends
The whole world can mourn but we're not taking solid action
Even if changing the laws only takes losses down a fraction
Worthwhile it would be to minimize casualties
Yet we keep moving on and let it get worse gradually
Headlines of yesterday that we forget so casually
Moving into tomorrow, there will only be more sorrow
Students watching the clock don't realize their time is borrowed
Where will it happen next? Surely not my child
It's easy to dismiss from a distance as bodies pile
Another pool of blood to wash up off a classroom floor
They've already reached the ceiling, morgue only expecting more
As people shrug it off and claim results will only be the same
When we try to save some lives they only shift the blame
Instead there's nothing being done
They stand by their precious guns
Tools of destruction become the standard
Because our culture is enamored
We must make forward progression
Before class is back in session
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