The Beauty of Nature


Hang him from the nearest tree

A place like school is not for thee

2 adults were killed today

One student injured

Back in the day

School was for learning

Not a daycare

Now students don’t care

My teachers were my second parents

And sometimes they whipped me more than they did

But now no whips but still a tree

Maybe that’s a place for thee

No guns no fun, that’s what they say,

Guns for fun

Or guns for none,

Hurry and hang him from the nearest tree.

There are hundreds of us and one coward,

Break his knees,

And hang him from the nearest tree


Left, right, left

This worse than diamond theft.

Around the neck of murder,

The future of way too many,

Get what you deserve,

Your dead body,

From your destiny,




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