I once saw the entrails of a man splattered on the street,
It was a terrifying thing in those days,
Now it’s becoming common again.
I’ve heard bullets whiz by,
And from time to time I’ll dream about them,
Thinking of faces burned,
Bodies piled up on pickup trucks,
Some to hospitals and other to morgues,
While others stand by watching.
But in the land of the free,
Where everything is supposed to be…
Safe and sound,
The echo of war has come close to home,
The spirit of hate is filling the hearts of men.
The nightmare comes to life,
When “this just in” plays on the screen,
As tragedy strikes…