Dear Humanity

Dear Humanity,

Enough.

I'm standing on the ashes of millions of fallen brothers, sisters,

Speaking out for their mother, fathers, sons and daughters,

When will the oppression of ideology and fundamentalism end?

Oh, how "lucky" are we to be alive right now.

Founding fathers, rolling over in their graves,

Because the three truths we hold to be self evident,

Are all men really created equal?

We fight for that, we strive for that,

But it seems that we don't thrive on that,

Guns don't kill, people do,

But people have access to guns.

Seven shootings since last Monday,

America America,

When will it all be done?

When will I walk at night, and hear the owl sing hallelujah to freedom and prayer and salvation?

Will I ever?

A call to arms:

Dance the night away,

Burn a hole in the pavement and reach the middle of the earth,

Cause maybe it's hot enough in there to burn away our sins of yesterday.

Will we ever truly be free?

Or is history going to repeat itself in a cycle of death-

Spinning endlessly through eternity.