Who Needs To Be Politically Correct When You Can Have Kids?

Every night when I go to bed, I review all the things I’ve said.

I have ferocity and hatred in my head.

I‘d give it to away but I keep it instead.

The streets bathed and battered in blood.

The people seem to do nothing here but judge.

When their young head off to get slain, we all forget about it in a day. Only they remember that pain.

“Too young understand a thing.” “All you want is some attention.”

Well, why won’t you pay us that attention?

What happened protecting our daughters and sons?

Are you too busy locking your load? Are you too busy cradling your guns?

While I’m at it, what makes you think solving a problem with the problem will do us a favor?

Did you ever think about what would that cause?

That’s like stopping a plane crash with another plane.

Has everybody gone insane?

Too many adults stuck in their ways.

Too many youths misguided in this place.

There’s fear and fury in my thoughts, but it was my choice to keep them all locked.

A true nation now is lost.

How long will this battle be fought?

Will it end when all your children are shot?