This war is a class war
Because he could not find a girl to love
Or a friend to greet,
Because his father left after one night in his mother,
He took a gun to school
shot at those he thought were happier
those once happy teens
dying in the halls, screaming with terror.
The boy with the gun had nothing to lose
So what could be done to stop him?
Because he saw his father lose job after job
And turn to drink
Because his father hit him
As he was hit by his father before.
Because the time the police stopped him on his way home
And he was already angry.
He pulled away and struggled and was shot.
No hero, bad enough to knock you over and rob you
But the hungry need a place at the table.
The prisons stand as…
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