Target No Longer

Day in and day out.

Through the halls and down coridors.

He walks with vegance.

Little could see nor understand.

Sirens scream as hallways drip.

Thankful to no longer be a target.

Eyes close in the ER.

Control? Please fix something.

Day in and day out.

One by one they drop like flies.

Or better yet, they frop like the pencil from their own lifeless hand.

No change, no lives, no future country.

Birth of the land to be picked prematurely.

Law keeps from nothing yet.

Buy a round and make the mistake.

Fix what is needed.