Poems from RushingRabbit
They take so much and never give back
I feel as though we are under attack
My home my family now all gone
I cannot even sing my pretty...
Hurry and run
This is no longer fun
The boy is coming with his big gun
The playground clears as we all hear
The gunshots and kids screaming...
America the great he yelled at me
I was staring in the eyes of a liar you see
America is not great, not at all
It’s the people here that...