Social Silencer
Can you hear the gunshots,
Or is it only me?
Have you seen the bodies?
I stopped counting after 60.
Did you here them screaming,
Or were the guns too loud?
Now when I close my eyes
I hear them screaming in my head
I run to try to save them
But they're just echoes of the dead
They say they aren't silent to our plight
But they say a gun is a man's right
How many rounds does a man need,
To make another man bleed?
Now what do you have to say
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