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To He Who Robbed Our Pulse
(Dedicated to the Souls in Orlando)
How easy it is to kill
To end the dreams of Jack and Jill
Who went to fetch some fun
‘Til confronted by your gun
Removing all their will
You claim faith in God
But then prove you’re a fraud
By destroying His greatest desire
You make the message a liar
Placing the young in a tomb.
Did anyone see your hate?
Could they stop the fate?
That crushed the hopes of so many
And produced the graves aplenty
Making the children helpless
It is time for a simple path
To expunge the bloody math
And let us look for a friend
Instead of promoting the end
Of God’s great human embrace
So as we contemplate the morrow
Let us rise from festering sorrow
And push to find something brighter
Lifting burdens, making things lighter
Listening instead of yelling
Laughing instead of cursing
And talking instead of shooting.
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