The violence must end the harsh politics, got victims locked up
Selling off laws like it’s not a conflict, shootouts still ensue
They can’t agree on how to handle it, while so many die
Most trying to make a movement, wondering if followers down to ride?
Or are they going to watch as the slugs fly?
Hollow tip shells cry, while the gun in due time jam like it had a mind
On it’s own like it had a brain realizing they are the instrument of pain
Wish I was a beast momentarily so I can attack the governments with my fangs
What will that accomplish? Government seriously can’t believe they can tame
The people their chances at stopping us are feeble, we are far more lethal
Ripples in the ocean and sky, while priest wish they could fly to escape
The people in the masses wish they could levitate
Violent rebels’ misled, kicking caskets open and relieving themselves when they pray
Glancing at people the victims as they wish were awake, could rise, and be alive
They wish to frame? We wish to relieve the blame? But that won’t help things change
Let’s increase the pursuit that is at the rear of our range, direct our pain to their pain
Sounds cold but I am sure souls would agree if they could talk but the bodies are soulless
Bodies lay no one but their former selves, just a cold coffin
Doctors excavating bodies like they having a corpse auction
Hope the future reduce the young men and women death rate
Can’t lose faith, through the years we must get smarter
If not we will only get farther, lives saved is a mans kingdom
A dying mans past, hopefully newborns are happy to be here at last
And don’t have to grow up fast, or suffer in pain
Or work harder than the generation in which he came

Leland Wright

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