The morning clouds cry
Witness the scenes from last night
Little kids fly something in the world ain’t right
Blasted in with a gonzo
Spraying the air with a weapon that shouldn’t exist
It’s a terrific madness strapped with major sadness
Mama cries, can you forgive the killers crime
I hear 14 dead, 14 less mouth to feed
Lay em down, the world breathes can’t stop to sleep
Shedding tears but they far away
Can’t really cry for a fish I never caught
Gotta role, change the channel watch the next news
Can’t seem to shake last weeks persecution break
Can’t really relate but I seem to pray till the day break.
God give me a heart and a pen to live my life with ink
Living words bring hope, let me write it till I’m deceased.
K.Oni
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