"Dead, Here I Lay"

May seventh, eighth, and nineth twenty-twenty-one
Blood-and-bullet-bathed weekend
Four hundred plus injured or killed by guns
When are we going to be done?!

Mr. Speaker of the United States Caucasus,
We are the Huddled Masses
Of bullet-riddled carcasses
Laid down by gun violence

Do you see me standing there?
Do my cries echo and ring in your ear?
Do you smell the freshness of my breath?
Are you aware you have the power to wash it all away?
It was just an ordinary day
Now, my famous last words:
"Dead, here I lay"
Do you even know my name?
What drove you so insane
You thought it acceptable to kill and maim?
I wonder, are you even humane enough to take the blame?
America the Beautiful, life here a deadly game.

I was a Frontline worker
Running on below empty
And missing my family
I just wanted to enjoy my opportunity
To escape my private bubble
And try to forget the horrors I see
Working in a COVID IC Unit.
But I didn't see them standing there
I didn't hear people scream in terror
I didn't feel a rush of fear
I did not smell iron upon the air
I sensed nothing after the bullet took my life.

May seventh, eighth, and nineth twenty-twenty-one
Blood-and-bullet-bathed weekend
Four hundred plus injured or killed by guns
And still no actions have begun
When are we going to be done?!?

Mr. Speaker of the United States Caucasus,
We are the Huddled Masses
Of bullet-riddled carcasses
Laid down by gun violence
Sick of your silence
Incensed by your senseless condolences
And prayers for which no one hears!
We demand you take a stand
And implore a ban on guns of war,
Take bump stocks out of grocery stores,
And seriously explore this epidemic horror
Before one more life is shot to pieces!
But it, but it seems peace is worth less to Congress
Then worthless words and tearful dress
Just set the tax and assess the facts:
Address the violence as fucking cancerous!
The best tests for prognosis are:
The National Rifle Association,
Every politician accepting their donation,
And every civilian assisting the infestation
By demanding access to automatic weapons!
There is no if, ands, buts, or it depends
If you wish to no longer attend
Funeral services for family and friends
The violence and silence must fucking end!
Mr. Speaker of the United States Caucasus,
We are the Huddled Masses
Of bullet-riddled carcasses
Victims of the madness.

May seventh, eighth, and nineth twenty-twenty-one
Blood-and-bullet-bathed weekend
Four hundred plus injured or killed by guns
And still no actions have begun
When are we going to be FUCKING DONE?