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Don't Spill the Young Blood


Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies

Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes, 

forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet

A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet

So full, yet so empty, and we are unfettered

ours to learn from, to change, to better

Until steel and gunpowder busted down the unguarded golden door

texting Momma "I love you, I don't know if I'll be here much more"

And so bullets whizz by and maybe if you're lucky, away

This happens to the Nation's young blood every day

Learning and growth interrupted by the loading of a mag

Are we the innocent now supposed to bleed under our flag?

We used to believe schools were safe to live and learn

Today, we hide in dark classrooms and watch that claim burn

We thought that first oppressors would take our rights

Turns out they went straight to taking our lives

 

 

 

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