Land of Death

We wake to another shooting,
Another man dripping with violence,
Children, dead, in their classrooms,

Mothers wail in the street,

For their own flesh,

Walking embodiment of part of their soul

torn away.

But this is America.

Land of the free and the brave.

Land of gluttony gurgling out of every pore.

Land of hatred seething forth.

Land of death.

We will not recover,

All these children we have lost.

The land that bears their blood.

While men with the same violence sit

In power, overflowing with greed.

Unwilling to offer more,

Than a thought.