Once more the American nation cries
As more and more its citizen dies
These innocents as they walked the streets
Never thought their death would meet
Then the bullet from nowhere flies
It strikes the heart and another dies
But they cry we love our guns
Then say it loud when the blood it runs!
That means of death is let upon the street
So no surprise if it’s the Reaper you meet
What fools yes and stupid fools
To give to all those deadly tools
You think it’s ended you think it gone
Watch the news; there’s more to come
Cry not in sorrow show not your wrath
For it’s you
Dedicated to all those civilians who have died by American guns



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