Saturday, March 24, 2018

The March


It’s time
To rectify the crime
Of bloodied school yards
By retards
With a beef
To cause so much grief
Beyond comprehension
No mere detention.
It’s time for thousands, millions deep
To storm the floor not creep
Around the issue
That’s soaked so much tissue
Red and blue.
It’s time for the kids to go to school
To be a tool
For the future not for the now
With heads a-bow
Laid to rest
Posthumous attest
Of what coulda
Shoulda
Woulda
Been.

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