Selected Poems
Somebody somewhere is doing drugs
Picture yourself in a school with a graveyard
With gun metal trees and Armalite sky
Somebody screams, but your vote never counted.
You offer only prayers and a cry.
Our children being shot in preschool.
Follow him past the soft target classrooms
Where lock and load rifles, take innocent lives
Everyone bleeds as he drifts pass the windows
The boy with hate in his eyes.
Our children being shot in middle school.
Cordite scented bullets of copper and brass
Firing right at your head.
Look for the boy with the gun in his hands
And he's gone
Our children being shot in high school.
Picture yourself in a school with a graveyard
With gun metal trees and Armalite sky
Executive orders and your vote never counted?
Still offer only prayers and a cry?
