Shots Fired
Bullets are flying
And people are dying.
Mothers are crying
While their angels are flying.
Shots fired.
I repeat,
Shots fired.
Blood is falling.
Children are bawling.
Bullets are ricocheting
Off the walls.
One bullet,
Two bullets,
Three bullets.
Kids getting gunned downed
Bodies being found
Blood is pooling on the ground
Can’t hear because of all the sound
One dead,
Two dead,
Three dead.
No one understands
Why blood had to be poured on this land,
Why kids had to die at someone’s hand
We don’t understand.
Why’d they have to die?
We ask again,
Why’d they have to die?
Parents going to funerals,
People making murals,
People begging the federals
To change the rules.
They were too young
To fly to the sun,
They were too young.
So many protests
No one’s making arrests
Letters addressed
To the those who started this mess
Stop the violence.
Please we beg you,
Stop the violence.
We won’t let this happen any more,
You have no clue what’s in store,
This topic will not be ignored,
Listen to our roar.
No more shots!
We repeat,
No more shots!