This is our nation's 21 gun salute
Filled with the blood of lost dreams and broken hearts
With empty words of sympathy and empty shell casings
Its grave message buried in a classroom morgue
Our c(C)onstitution reading thou may now kill with impunity
Raising an AR-15 middle finger on the hand of liberty
This is our nation's 21 gun salute
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,
You're all dead
3 comments:
Wow. You're the master
JP
Your post today felt so dark
appropriately
so serious and filled with despair
appropriately
and read as much like a poem as a post and it called to mind
some lines for "41 shots"
Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet? This is your life
It ain't no secret (It ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (It ain't no secret)
No secret, my friend
You can get killed just for living in your American skin
(Forty-one shots)
(Forty-one shots)
(Forty-one shots)
(Forty-one shots)
Forty-one shots, Lena gets her son ready for school
She says, "On these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you promise me you'll always be polite
And that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama, you'll keep your hands in sight"
J
Chillingly said. My heart bleeds.
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