No More.
Throw your words at us,
Toss out your lies;
When they see our faces
Make sure no one cries.
Tears have been shed for those who have bled, and a loooong way we haven’t come- too many dead.
Tears are normal but it’s not what we want
You aim your guns at us, in ads that you flaunt-
The sickening cynics who think it’s their right-
While parents without THEIR KIDS cry through the night.
Unsafe and unsound,
Gun violence all around.
On the news and in the street,
This never-ending fear we must defeat.
You choose to remain in an unjust position,
In voting you out, we will make it our mission.
We’ll keep on trudging through the war-
Until the shots are heard no more.
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