America gave it to him
America gave it to him
America gave him life
American mom
American dad
Made an american son
A love existent
but distant
loneliness in his mind
The parents are blind
They can’t see he’s growing up
With a view that's unkind
“He’s just shy”
Let the father lie
But he knows
Oh,
He knows there is something wrong
in his child
But he’d rather leave it alone
Soon he’ll leave to college
And all the madness will be blown
So he’ll never confront the kid’s mental state
Anyway it’s too late
He’s been sad since the age of eight
But
It’s America that gave him sadness
Started with the hating
Then all the insulting
Ironic, posters about bullying
But no one was ever there
to help him from suffering
because
America calls him weird
They don’t like the clothes he wears
Hides as he secretly feared
The next person to push him down the stairs
since
America didn’t give him any friends
But he found himself in video games
violent ones, with guns and aims
The character of a killer,
Such amount of power,
Over one’s life
He could kill anyone
With more than just a knife.
He sometimes drew as well
Sketches, words and things with no spell
One day he sat down
With ideas all around
He made a plan
Wanted the revenge of a man;
so American handed him a gun
The teen has an AK-15
Packed his bag the night before
Revenge will finally be seen
8am
“run , son, you’re gonna be late,
And please don’t forget,
When you leave close the gate!”
She has no clue
That her son is upstairs
preparing
The death of a crew;
Both parents left the house
He is now alone
Puts on the black blouse
Walks out with pride
This kid is so broken
And behind he left
The gate wide open.
It’s 9am
Sitting in his car
Tik tok, tik tok
It's almost time
Its revenge not a crime
Then
Why is he shaking?
Why is he shaking?!
This is right
This is what he wanted
He shouldn’t be shaking
Why is he shaking?
Turn on the car
Starts the engine
he doesn’t live far
There is no more tension
He’s now parked at the school’s parking lot
Unlocks the trunk
And grabs everything he has brought
Walks towards the main entrance
Not afraid to get caught
Opens the doors
With all the strength that he’s got
Doesn’t think twice
And shoots his first shot.
2 people are dead
The alarm goes off
He keeps on marching down the hall
Teacher are making their last call
He walks down smiling
The bullets aren’t stopping
America is watching
The pride of a winning gamer
In his mind,
He became the number one player
Madness
Sadness
Anger
He finally found the answer
Walk
Shoot
Where is the jock?
Where is the brute?
People are screaming
Students are running
Some hiding in the closet, still
Others not yet sure if it’s a drill
The cafeteria turned into a battlefield
Classrooms doors became the only shield
Friends texting “are you okay?”
Staring a the body that lay
Dead, in the middle of the hallway.
Several died on this day
ones who once would say
“These school shooting would never to me
That’s all stuff you see on tv.”
But it’s until it happens to you
That you truly understand
Our lives are in the hand
Of a country that kills
Children of the homeland
‘Because have you ever thought
About what would've have been done
If America would’ve never
Handed him that stupid gun?